Prismatic Sovereign

In the heart of twilight's embrace, a lion stands, A canvas of colors, a symphony of grace. Its mane, a cascade of rainbows, whispers of the divine, Each strand a story, each hue a sign. The golden eyes, piercing through the veil of night, Speak of wisdom, of courage, of light. A regal head, adorned with hues that dance, A testament to strength, a timeless stance. The lion, a symbol of power, yet so much more, A mirror to the soul, a beacon of lore. Its mane, a tapestry of dreams, a bridge to the unknown, A reminder that beauty can be both bold and shown. In its gaze, we find ourselves, reflected, transformed, A journey of self-discovery, where the lion is the norm. For in its prismatic glow, we see our own potential, A call to rise, to shine, to be the sovereign of our soul.