Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of dreams, a sovereign rises, A woman adorned in hues of gold and blue, Her gaze a mirror of the infinite skies, A symphony of light and shadow, true. Roses bloom around her, vibrant and wild, Each petal a whisper of untamed grace, A testament to the strength she holds, A queen of nature, in her own space. Her hair, a cascade of golden threads, Flowing like rivers of untold stories, Each strand a memory, each strand a thread, Weaving the tapestry of her desires. The artist's hand, a brush of magic, Brings life to the canvas, a silent song, Transforming the ordinary into the sacred, A journey of self, where beauty belongs. You, too, are a sovereign, in your own right, A canvas waiting for your brush to paint, Let your colors bloom, let your light take flight, For in your soul, the prismatic reigns.