Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Beneath the waves, where light dissolves in hues,
A sovereign rises, her gaze a silent plea.
Her form is liquid, her spirit untamed,
A canvas of colors, a dream unshamed.
Her eyes, like mirrors, reflect the deep,
A world of secrets, a soul that keeps.
Her hair, a cascade of emerald and rose,
A crown of chaos, a crown of hope.
The water cradles her, yet she defies,
A force of nature, a symphony of eyes.
Her skin, a canvas, adorned with symbols,
A map of journeys, a tale of wombs.
She is the keeper of the hidden tide,
A beacon of strength, a soul unconfined.
In her presence, the world turns to glass,
A mirror of dreams, a mirror of grace.
For she is the Prismatic Sovereign,
A queen of colors, a queen of being.
Her story is yours, her journey is yours,
A path of transformation, a path of flowers.