Prismatic Sovereign

In the kaleidoscope of colors, a soul ascends, A mosaic of light and shadow, a dance of the unseen. Circles and squares, a rhythm of life, A symphony of hues that whispers of the infinite. The blue of the night sky, the warmth of the sun, Each brushstroke a memory, each dot a dream. Here, in the heart of the canvas, a queen is born, Not of flesh and bone, but of light and color. The abstract form, a mirror of the self, Reflects the viewer's journey, their own inner light. The vibrant hues, a call to transformation, A reminder that we are all prismatic sovereigns. In this abstract realm, where reality blurs, We find our truth, our strength, our power. For in the heart of the canvas, we see ourselves, A tapestry of life, woven with courage and grace.