Prismatic Sovereign

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 a thousand whispered goals. The brushstrokes dance like rain on glass, Each hue a memory, each shade a breath. Her lips, a promise, her skin, a mask, Of truths that linger, of dreams that seethe. The canvas weeps, yet she stands firm, A beacon in the chaos of the mind. Her presence, a prism, refracts the storm, Transforming shadows into light divine. In her gaze, we see ourselves reflected, A mirror of our own unspoken fears. Her strength, a talisman, our spirits lect, To rise, to bloom, to conquer our years. For in her eyes, the world is reborn, A canvas of hope, a tapestry of grace. She is the sovereign of the soul's forlorn, A beacon of light in the darkest space.