Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A symphony of colors, a storm of souls.
Her eyes, windows to the infinite, hold
The echoes of dreams and the whispers of old.
Her hair, a cascade of vibrant hues,
A tempest of blue, red, and gold.
Each stroke a declaration, each hue a clue,
To the depths of her spirit, bold and true.
She stands as a beacon, a light in the night,
A canvas of emotion, a canvas of might.
Her presence is power, her essence is flight,
A testament to the beauty of life's light.
In her form, we see ourselves reflected,
A mirror of strength, a mirror of hope.
Her colors, our stories, her strokes, our beliefs,
A reminder that we are more than we see.
Prismatic Sovereign, a queen of the canvas,
A symbol of transformation, a beacon of grace.
Her art is a journey, her soul is the compass,
A guide to the depths of our own inner space.