Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ascends,
A symphony of colors, a dance of light.
Circles and lines, a cosmic ballet,
Where the abstract whispers of the mind take flight.
The prismatic hues, a kaleidoscope of thought,
Each stroke a memory, each curve a dream.
The bold and vibrant, the soft and serene,
A tapestry woven from the threads of being.
The circles, like eyes of the universe,
Gaze upon the viewer with infinite grace.
The lines, like paths untold,
Lead us through the labyrinth of our own space.
This is not just art, but a mirror of the soul,
Reflecting the chaos and the calm within.
A journey through the abstract, a path to find,
The essence of self, the heart's true hymn.
Prismatic Sovereign, a beacon of light,
Guiding us through the shadows of the night.
A testament to the power of the human spirit,
A reminder that we are all, in our own way, a work of art.