Prismatic Predator
Reflection
In the heart of the gallery, a predator's roar echoes,
A shark, painted in hues of the rainbow's lore.
Its jaws agape, a silent scream of defiance,
A canvas of colors, a symphony of defiance.
Each scale a story, each tooth a tale untold,
A fusion of nature and art, bold and bold.
Its eyes, windows to the depths of the sea,
Now transformed, a symbol of what could be.
The prismatic predator, a mirror of our fears,
A reflection of the wild within our years.
It stands, not as prey, but as a guardian,
A beacon of strength, a primal reminder.
In its vibrant form, we see our own shadows,
The duality of beauty and the shadows.
A journey of transformation, a path untamed,
Where the wild and the civilized are reclaimed.
So gaze upon the shark, let its colors sing,
For in its form, we find our own meaning.
A prismatic predator, a soul's reflection,
A timeless art, a heart's connection.