Eternal Flame of Rome

Beneath the golden embrace of twilight's glow, The Colosseum stands, a timeless show. Its arches whisper tales of ancient might, Where empires thrived, where gladiators fought their fight. The sun descends, a fiery orb in flight, Its rays cascade, a cascade of light. The sky ignites with hues of amber and flame, Transforming stone to molten, glowing frame. Each arch, a portal to a bygone age, A testament to human will and rage. The city sleeps, yet here, the spirit stays, A beacon of history's eternal blaze. In this grand theater of stone and sky, We find ourselves, our souls on high. The past and present merge in this embrace, A symphony of light and time's embrace. Oh, Colosseum, guardian of the past, Your glow ignites the soul, a sacred task. For in your light, we see our own reflection, A mirror of the human condition. So let us stand, beneath your watchful gaze, And feel the pulse of history's great maze. For in your light, we find our own true flame, A spark of eternity, a sacred name.