Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, where colors dance and sing,
A prismatic sovereign reigns, a beacon of light.
Yellow, bold and vibrant, whispers of the sun,
Blue, deep and mysterious, echoes of the night.
Brushstrokes bold and free, a rebellion of form,
Each line a testament to the soul's unyielding storm.
The grid, a structure, yet a cage of the mind,
A dance between order and chaos, a timeless grind.
Here, the viewer finds themselves, a part of the whole,
A fragment of the canvas, a piece of the soul.
For in this art, we see not just the strokes,
But the echoes of our own, the paths we've trod.
A journey of transformation, a tale of the heart,
Where colors blend and merge, a story apart.
Prismatic, sovereign, a light that guides,
A mirror to the soul, where truths reside.