Prismatic Sovereign

Beneath the canvas, a soul ascends, A woman draped in hues that transcend. Her gaze, a mirror of the infinite, Reflects the cosmos in its silent flight. Reds and blues intertwine, a symphony, Of passion and mystery, a melody. Her form, a prism of light and shadow, A testament to the human, the god. Her hands, poised in quiet contemplation, Speak of strength, of silent meditation. The folds of her dress, a river of blue, Carry the weight of the universe anew. In her eyes, the world is reborn, A canvas where dreams are forever drawn. She is the keeper of secrets untold, The Prismatic Sovereign, a soul of gold. For in her gaze, we see ourselves, Reflected in the depths of her shelves. A journey of transformation begins, As we walk through the colors she spins. Her presence is a call to rise, To embrace the light, to conquer the skies. For in her form, we find our own, A beacon of hope, a guiding stone.