Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the heart of the storm, where colors collide,
A lion rises, a beacon of light and pride.
Its mane, a cascade of fire and ice,
A symphony of hues that never cease.
Each stroke, a whisper of the wild,
A testament to strength, untamed and wild.
Its eyes, a portal to realms untold,
A mirror reflecting the soul's bold.
The lion stands, a guardian of dreams,
A symbol of power, where chaos seems.
Its roar, a symphony of hope and might,
A call to rise, to conquer the night.
In its gaze, we find our own,
A reflection of courage, unbroken and strong.
For in the lion's fierce and fiery glow,
We see the path where our spirits grow.
This is not just art, but a journey's start,
A reminder that within us, we carry the heart.
To be bold, to be free, to be true,
To rise like the lion, and conquer the blue.