Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of time, a soul ascends, A woman's gaze, a mirror of the infinite. Her eyes, a storm of colors, a tempest of light, A prism that refracts the world into hues of might. Her presence is a symphony of contrasts, Warmth and coolness, shadows and bright. A portrait of strength, yet tenderly wrought, A silent rebellion against the world's weight. The brushstrokes dance, a rhythm of life, Each stroke a whisper of her inner strife. The colors blend, a tapestry of dreams, A testament to the power of human seams. She stands as a beacon, a guiding star, A symbol of resilience, a heart that's far. In her eyes, the universe is held, A soul that defies, a spirit that's bold. For in her gaze, we see ourselves, A reflection of our own untold stories. A journey of transformation, a path untold, In her eyes, we find the courage to be bold.