Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of the soul, where colors dance and sing, A prismatic sovereign reigns, a vision of the mind. Shapes twist and turn, a symphony of form and light, A dance of chaos and order, a tale of inner might. The cat, a silent guardian, its eyes a portal wide, A gateway to the unknown, where dreams and reality collide. Circles and lines, a cosmic ballet, A testament to the soul's eternal quest for truth and beauty. The colors blaze, a fiery tapestry of hope and fear, Each stroke a whisper of the heart, a story to revere. The cat, a symbol of grace, a wild spirit untamed, A beacon of freedom, a soul unchained. In this abstract realm, where logic yields to art, We find ourselves reflected, in every curve and part. For in the canvas of the soul, we see our own design, A prismatic sovereign, a vision divine.