Upon a beast of starkest lines,
Through concentric rings of lost designs,
She rides beneath a fractured sky,
Where thoughts like heavy shadows fly.
The raven watch, the spiral spin,
A tapestry where dreams begin—
She sits in quiet, silver grace,
A sovereign of this timeless space.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...