Hollybak

Dark black threads a thick velvet midnight:
Soft pale moon rises and hides the blade/brush:
Curving needles in formation encircle onyx:
Peak of bloody rose crests the smooth surface:

Carefully wrapped by bright myriad of textures:
Self imprisoned by the blade/brush:
Swells wait for the freedom of the early morning:
Creating a world apart.

Tiniest of bells blue sweet intoxicating:
Piercing blinding in every tongue:
Incomprehensible in its beauty:
Flavor muffled by the blade/brush:
Rare but resounding amongst its mirrors:
Kissing the ears.

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