Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of the soul, where colors dance and sing, A symphony of shapes, a universe of light, Circles and lines, a rhythm that takes flight. Each stroke a whisper, each hue a silent hymn, A tapestry woven from the threads of time. The prismatic sovereign reigns, unbound by form, A kaleidoscope of dreams, a mirror of the storm. Its vibrant hues speak of the unseen, the untold, A journey through the heart, where shadows and light unfold. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of the soul, a beacon of direction. For in this abstract realm, where logic yields to art, We discover the truth that lies within our heart. The prismatic sovereign calls, a voice that's bold, A guide through the chaos, a map to the soul. Let its colors guide you, let its shapes inspire, For in its embrace, you'll find your own higher fire.