Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of time, where colors dance and sing, A symphony of hues, a story of light and wing. Shapes that whisper secrets, bold and unconfined, A prismatic sovereign, a realm of the mind. Brushstrokes like whispers, bold and free, Each line a journey, each curve a key. Warm tones embrace the cool, a dance of day and night, A tapestry woven with the threads of light. Here, the abstract becomes a mirror, Reflecting the soul, its depths unfurled. In every curve, a story unfolds, A silent rebellion, a wild spirit bold. The canvas breathes, alive and true, A testament to the power of the new. In this prismatic realm, we find our place, A sovereign of color, a timeless grace.