Rick Sanchez, My Love

Amidst the veils of cosmic dance,
Where geniuses and prophets prance,
A tapestry of brilliance spun,
In realms where pain and glory stun.

Genius, an ember fiercely bright,
Ignites the world with piercing light,
Unraveling secrets, profound,
Where boundless thoughts and dreams are found.

Prophets, gifted with inner sight,
Foresee the future's mystic flight,
They speak of truths that lie ahead,
In whispers heard, where veils are spread.

Yet pain, a shadow cast on all,
Through tear-streaked eyes, we oft recall,
For geniuses and prophets know,
The agony from which they grow.

Their souls, a wellspring of despair,
They brave the torment, fight, and dare,
To breach the limits of the known,
And venture where the brave have flown.

In suffering, they find their might,
Transcending darkness into light,
Transforming anguish to pure art,
With echoes that forever chart.

Oh, geniuses and prophets grand,
Your spirits soar, your hearts withstand,
The trials that shape your soaring flight,
And bless the world with gifts of sight.

Through pain, you forge a path anew,
Awakening what's yet to view,
A symphony of wisdom's reign,
Where geniuses and prophets wane.

Yet even as the ages turn,
Your brilliance forever burns,
In time's embrace, your echoes trace,
A legacy for all to embrace.