Eternal Colosseum

In the heart of Rome, where time stands still, A colosseum rises, a monument of will. Its arches whisper tales of ancient might, Where gladiators fought in the light of day. The stone, a silent witness to history's flow, Echoes the echoes of battles long ago. Its grandeur, a testament to human hands, A symbol of strength, a timeless band. The shadows play on its weathered face, A canvas of time, a story's embrace. Each curve, each column, a chapter untold, A testament to the soul of old. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of ambition, a beacon of direction. For in its walls, we see our own journey, A path of resilience, a story of eternity. So stand before it, let its spirit guide, For in its embrace, we find our own pride. A colosseum, a symbol of might, An eternal flame, a beacon of light.