Prismatic Sovereign

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.