Ethereal Sovereign
Reflection
In realms of mist and mystic blue, a figure stands, both strong and true.
His beard flows like the morning dew, his eyes burn bright with wisdom anew.
The horns upon his brow proclaim his ancient, mystic might, a guardian of the secrets of the night.
His presence whispers tales of old, of magic woven, young and bold.
In every strand of his wild hair, a story hides, of trials faced, of wisdom gained.
He is the keeper of the mystic tide, a sovereign of the ethereal side.