Primal Spectrum
Reflection
In the depths of primal eyes, a story unfolds,
A dance of colors, young and old.
The vibrant mane, a crown of might,
Guards the wisdom, of the heart's plight.
With fur of blue, and red on high,
The creature stands, against the sky.
A symbol of strength, in a world untamed,
The spirit of the wild, is forever reclaimed.
In the gaze, a connection is made,
Between the heart, and the soul displayed.
A bridge to understanding, a path to explore,
The depths of self, and the secrets we store.
With every glance, a story's spun,
Of a life untamed, and a spirit won.
The primal scream, of a being free,
Echoes through, the chambers of the sea.