Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the heart of chaos, where colors collide,
A beast of myth and magic takes its stride.
Its mane a storm of hues, a tempest's song,
A symphony of life, both fierce and strong.
Eyes that pierce the veil of mortal sight,
Reveal the truths of ancient, hidden light.
Horns that rise like mountains, bold and free,
Speak of a world where wildness sets the key.
Claws that grasp the earth, yet touch the sky,
A bridge between the mortal and the divine.
Its roar, a thunderous symphony,
Echoes through the soul, a call to be.
For in this creature, we see ourselves,
A mirror of our dreams, our hopes, our shelves.
A guardian of the wild, a beacon bright,
A symbol of the spirit's endless flight.
Prismatic Sovereign, you stand alone,
A beacon of the soul, where colors blend as one.