Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the depths of the iris, a world unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of light and shadow, bold.
The eye, a mirror of the soul's embrace,
A gateway to the infinite, a sacred space.
Blue whispers of the sky, orange flames ignite,
A fusion of the heavens and the night.
The pupil, a void, yet full of light,
A paradox of darkness and delight.
Each eyelash, a sentinel, guards the gaze,
A fortress of secrets, a silent maze.
The sclera, a canvas, pure and white,
A canvas for the soul's eternal flight.
This eye, a prism, refracts the truth,
A symbol of the human, a sacred proof.
It sees the world, yet sees within,
A journey of self, a transformative spin.
Oh, viewer, look within your own,
For in your eyes, the universe is sown.
The Prismatic Sovereign, a beacon bright,
A reminder that you are the light.