Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
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.