Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Upon the pedestal of dreams, they stand,
A pair of shoes, yet more than just adornment.
Gold whispers of opulence, while colors dance,
A symphony of hues, a tale untold.
Each gem, a star, each cut, a story spun,
Of nights where passion burns and hearts ignite.
The high heel's curve, a path to power's throne,
A step that dares to conquer and to reign.
In their embrace, the wearer finds her voice,
A queen of elegance, a ruler bold.
The world bends low, for she walks on heights,
Where every step is art, where every stride
Is a declaration of her soul's ascent.
Oh, Prismatic Sovereign, you are more than shoes,
You are the vessel of a woman's might,
A beacon of strength, a mirror of grace,
A testament to the beauty of her rise.
For in your embrace, the world is hers,
A realm of dreams where she reigns supreme.