OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 1507024 5

Majestic figure with wings in cosmic setting

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  OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 1507024 5
  
  Model: EssenceOfReality
  
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  Prompt: Promethea, the magic goddess, is a stunningly beautiful being with a physique that exudes power and elegance. She stands tall at around 5'9" with a lithe yet athletic build, her curves honed from centuries of wielding her magical abilities. Her skin is a radiant porcelain-like complexion with a subtle shimmer, as if infused with the essence of the stars. Her raven-black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, with subtle hints of purple and indigo that seem to shift and change color depending on the light. Her eyes burn with an inner fire, blazing like two sapphires that sparkle with an otherworldly intensity. Her features are chiseled and refined, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and lips that curve into a perpetual enigmatic smile. A delicate filigree of silver and gold adorns her ears, wrists, and throat, pulsing with a soft blue glow that seems to reflect the rhythm of the cosmos. As she moves, her very presence seems to command attention, as if the air itself responds to her magic.
  
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[Verse]
Painting pictures with verbs, no borders confining,
Divine feminine power, Promethea's all-shining.
Spitting fire, goddess invoking aspirations,
Language like magic, my words are incantations.

[Chorus]
Imagination soars, where dreams conspire,
Inspiration strikes, it's all Promethea's fire.
Psychopomp guiding, through every desire,
Only limits are the ones you acquire.

[Verse 2]
Crafted in twilight, with celestial beams,
Power in prose, my lyrics are supreme.
She drips in gold, every rhyme a gemstone,
Inspire with the spark, never left alone.

[Chorus]
Imagination soars, where dreams conspire,
Inspiration strikes, it's all Promethea's fire.
Psychopomp guiding, through every desire,
Only limits are the ones you acquire.

[Bridge]
Language of goddesses, unchained and fierce,
Breaking through borders, no man-made spheres.
Promethea's wisdom, through eons of time,
Eternal light shining, in every rhyme.

[Verse 3]
Flames of creation, I breathe out pure flames,
My words write spells, 'cross infinite planes.
Goddess of inspiration, ruler of the night,
Promethea's fire ignites eternal light.