Golden darkness
The darkness becomes golden
with lusters now embolden.
The beauty from the lit flame
showed bright on the pretty frame.
The drips from the melted pool,
shines like a silver jewel.
The candelabras stood straight,
for the brightness they create.
The room then silently sang,
to dispel the shadowed gang.
That our light will ever shine,
its glow, the mirrors define.
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