Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds, A tapestry of colors, bold and bold, Her eyes, the windows to a soul unbound, A symphony of hues, where light and shadow hold. Each stroke a whisper, each hue a song, A story untold, yet eternally strong. Her presence commands, a silent throng, A beacon of strength, a timeless throng. The brushstrokes dance, a vibrant ballet, A dance of light and shadow, a silent ballet. Her face, a canvas, a canvas of fate, A canvas where dreams and reality meet. In her eyes, the world finds its place, A place where beauty and power embrace. She stands as a sovereign, a sovereign of grace, A sovereign of colors, a sovereign of space. Her gaze, a mirror, reflects our own, Our own hopes, our fears, our dreams unknown. In her presence, we find our own, Our own strength, our own courage, our own. Prismatic Sovereign, a name she wears, A name that echoes through the years. A name that speaks of beauty and fears, A name that transforms, a name that endears.