Primal Spectrum

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.