Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, colors dance and sing,
A symphony of hues that never cease to bring.
Yellow, red, and green, they spill and blend,
A wild, untamed force, a soul unshackled.
Each stroke a whisper, each drip a cry,
Of freedom's pulse, of life's great mystery.
The canvas breathes, alive with fervor,
A testament to the soul's unyielding fervor.
Here, the abstract becomes a mirror,
Reflecting the chaos, the beauty, the terror.
It speaks to you, to me, to all,
A silent call to embrace the fall.
For in this art, we find our own,
A reflection of the soul, the heart, the bone.
Let the colors guide you, let them lead,
To a place where the spirit is unfeigned, unfeared.
Prismatic Sovereign, a beacon bright,
A reminder that we are all in flight,
Toward a horizon where colors reign,
And the soul, like this art, is never the same.