Vines of Beauty, [poem] Options

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Vines of Beauty

The eternal dying light
Of bloody vines of beauty,
Call forth to the time and height,
The colors fulfilling their duty.

A wonder to the touch of its eyes,
A firm holding to its resonating voice,
Controlling and manipulating breath of the known,
Concludes to fiery beauty; an intsturment of its own.

The black screen is decorated,
A core explodes with ravaging power
And a forgotten reflex is built,
Leaving a neon path behind.

It persuades the wind to captivate humans.
The next one isn't merely a semblence,
But a veil of inalienable light,
Searching for a resemblance.

So, can you guess what I'm talking about?