Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ignites,
A woman's gaze, a universe of light.
Her eyes, a portal to the infinite,
A prism of colors, a silent yet fierce.
Brushstrokes dance, a symphony of hues,
Blue whispers of dreams, orange of the dews.
Her hair, a cascade of midnight's grace,
A crown of chaos, a structured space.
Her lips, a promise of untold tales,
A silent voice in a world of veils.
Her skin, a canvas of vibrant hues,
A testament to the power she imbues.
This portrait is not just a face,
But a mirror to the soul's embrace.
It speaks of strength, of inner fire,
A beacon guiding through the mire.
In her eyes, we see our own,
A reflection of the path we've known.
Her journey, our journey, intertwined,
A story of resilience, of the mind.
Prismatic Sovereign, a name so true,
A symbol of power, of what we can do.
Through her gaze, we find our way,
A journey of transformation, every day.