Of a rose. In a side. Plant protector. Pain injector

I dazzle my prey with displays and flashes of light, and I capture them best when they least expect it. I catch all manner of things, from stars to people, fauna to flora, living or dead or inanimate and still. My eye can take in the finiest details, provided I have the right light to see by, and with some careful preparations, I will simply soak in the sky.

I start as a bunch, but I'm not a grape; I have many colors and a beautiful shape. I'm held by a bride on her big day, Then tossed to the crowd before she goes away.

I am the hush between two songs, where daylight fades and dusk belongs. I draw a curtain, dark and deep, and lull the waking world toward sleep.

I dance with fury, a swirling might, A destructive kiss, then out of sight.