Eternal Colosseum

In the heart of time, where stone whispers to the sky, A colosseum stands, a monument to eternity. Its arches speak of battles fought, of glory and despair, A silent witness to the passage of the years. The shadows dance upon its weathered face, A tapestry of history, a timeless embrace. Each scar, each crevice, tells a tale of old, Of empires rising, and of empires bold. The snow blankets its ancient form, A quiet shroud, a serene storm. It stands as a sentinel, guarding the past, A symbol of endurance, a testament to the last. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our dreams, our struggles, and our direction. The Colosseum, a beacon of the soul, Guiding us through the labyrinth of time's control. For in its ruins, we see our own fragility, Yet in its strength, we find our eternity.