Stormwoven Sovereign

Beneath the tempest's roar, a figure stands, A guardian of the skies, where lightning plays. His form, a tempest's will, a storm's embrace, A being of power, where chaos takes its place. His eyes, like ancient stars, hold endless night, A gaze that pierces through the veil of light. His beard, a river of time, flows deep and wide, A testament to ages, where wisdom resides. His armor, forged in fire, a shield of might, A symbol of strength, where courage takes flight. His cloak, a canvas of storm, a sea of blue, A reminder of the power that nature imbues. In his hands, the elements dance, a symphony of might, A force that shapes the world, both day and night. He is the keeper of balance, where chaos and calm meet, A beacon of hope, where the storm's fury retreats. Oh viewer, see yourself in his gaze, For in his eyes, your own strength you'll raise. Let the stormwoven sovereign guide your path, Through trials and triumphs, where your spirit takes flight.