Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, colors ignite,
A symphony of hues, a dance of light.
Reds blaze like embers, greens whisper deep,
Yellow spills like sun, a golden keep.
Brushstrokes cascade, a river of paint,
Flowing, dripping, in a wild refrain.
Each splash a story, each drip a sigh,
A soul's expression, bold and high.
Here, the abstract reigns, a silent shout,
A canvas alive, a heart without doubt.
In its chaos, order finds its place,
A mirror to the soul, a timeless grace.
For in this art, we see ourselves,
A reflection of dreams, a mirror of else.
The Prismatic Sovereign, bold and free,
Speaks to the soul, eternally.