Gold Fire
In the city
of thousands
the spirit of souls
is night
filled with demons and ghosts
no apprehension of light
and an emotional void
except for a gold fire
so faint
it seemed like a mere phantasm
but the face grows bigger
the little ember stimulates
so powerful
it's now morning
banishing the denizens of vice
shining a new chapter
in the region
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