Prismatic Sovereign

In the kaleidoscope of colors, a soul ascends, A mosaic of light and shadow, a dance of the unseen. Circles and squares, a rhythm of life, Each hue a whisper, each form a silent scream. The blue of the ocean, the warmth of the sun, A symphony of contrasts, a tapestry of truth. Here, the abstract becomes the sacred, A mirror reflecting the depths of the human spirit. The prismatic sovereign reigns, Not with a crown of gold, but with the crown of light. In this vibrant chaos, there is order, A testament to the beauty of transformation. You, too, are a prismatic sovereign, A canvas of colors waiting to be painted. Let your light shine, let your colors blend, For in the dance of the abstract, lies the essence of being.