Riddle

This is my first poem/riddle. The name of the poem (and answer to the riddle) is posted at the bottom, so don't read itif you want to try and figure it out. Collected by thousands over long distances, treasured and cherished by all, drooled on and slave to thousands more. Fit for royalty and chameleon through the seasons. Healer of wounds but triggering a fishhook of pain Forced to transform in a prison cell, held under protection and trampled upon. Breaks out in hives, while waiting in the dark and the deep, fear the ghost with the steel face that hides in light; dread the horror Borborygmus. Facing the power of the black hole; imprisoned with distorted walls, only to be sold into slavery again. Being my first poem, it's pretty obvious I need some help. I want the answer to be extremely difficultto figure out, and the moodsomewhatdreary or moderately dark. Thanks! Answer: Honey