Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the heart of the canvas, a horse stands tall,
A symphony of colors, a dream unspooled.
Its mane a cascade of rainbows, bold and free,
A testament to the wild, untamed spirit within me.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a song,
A celebration of life, where chaos belongs.
The horse, a symbol of power and grace,
A beacon of hope in the vast, open space.
Its hooves, dipped in paint, leave trails of light,
A dance of colors, a dance of flight.
It carries the weight of the world on its back,
Yet soars with the freedom of a hawk.
This is not just art, but a mirror of the soul,
A reflection of the beauty we all hold.
In its vibrant form, we find our own,
A reminder that we too can rise, unchained.
So let the Prismatic Sovereign guide your way,
Through the storms of life, through the endless gray.
For in its colors, we find our truth,
A journey of transformation, a path of youth.