Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
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.