Prismatic Sovereign

In the kaleidoscope of light, a soul ascends, A mosaic of colors, a symphony of dreams. Each shard of glass, a fragment of the infinite, Reflecting the essence of what it means to be. The reds blaze with passion, the blues whisper truth, While yellows dance like sunbeams on a summer's day. This stained-glass tapestry, a mirror of the soul, Speaks of transformation, of hope's eternal sway. Here, in the interplay of light and shadow, We find our own reflection, our own story told. For in this vibrant chaos, there lies a calm, A quiet strength that guides us, a beacon of old. Let the prismatic hues guide your journey forth, For in their embrace, you'll find your own sovereign worth.