Prismatic Predator
Reflection
In the heart of the gallery, a predator's roar echoes,
A shark, vibrant and fierce, yet surreal in its form.
Its jaws agape, a canvas of chaos and calm,
A symphony of colors, a dance of the calm.
Each scale a story, each tooth a testament,
To the primal force that lies within us all.
The prismatic hues, a mirror to our soul,
Reflecting the wild, the untamed, the whole.
This shark, a guardian of the deep,
A symbol of power, a talisman of the free.
Its eyes, though hidden, see through the veil,
Of our fears, our dreams, our unspoken tale.
In its presence, we find our own strength,
A reminder that beauty lies in the writhing,
In the chaos of life, the struggle, the fight,
We too can rise, with colors so bright.
For in this shark, we see ourselves,
A reflection of the wild, the untamed, the bold.
Its prismatic glow, a beacon of hope,
Guiding us through the depths of the soul.