Prismatic Sovereign

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.