Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ignites,
A woman's gaze, a universe of light.
Her eyes, a portal to the infinite,
A prism of colors, a heart so bright.
Her form, a canvas of vibrant hues,
A symphony of life, a dance of blues.
Her presence, a storm, a calm, a flame,
A silent force, a whispered name.
Her hair, a cascade of golden threads,
A crown of dreams, a crown of dread.
Her earrings, a whisper of the night,
A talisman of courage, a beacon of light.
The background, a city's silent hum,
A backdrop of dreams, a world of num.
Yet she stands, a beacon of hope,
A sovereign of colors, a soul in repose.
In her eyes, the world finds its truth,
A mirror of dreams, a mirror of youth.
She is the keeper of the eternal flame,
The Prismatic Sovereign, a name to proclaim.