Eternal Arena

In the heart of time, where echoes of empires still sing, A colosseum stands, a monument to the ages' might. Its stone whispers tales of gladiators and the roar of the crowd, A testament to the human spirit's eternal fight. The arches rise, like sentinels guarding the past, Each curve a story, each shadow a memory cast. The arena's embrace cradles the dreams of the fallen, Where valor and courage once danced in the dust. Here, the sun casts its golden glow, A reminder of the light that once shone so. The shadows deepen, a mirror of our own mortality, Yet the structure stands, a symbol of eternity. In this arena, we find ourselves reflected, Our own battles, our own victories, our own defeats. The eternal struggle, the endless pursuit of glory, Echoes through the ages, a timeless beat. So stand, oh viewer, and feel the weight of history, For in this arena, we are all connected, Bound by the threads of time, the echoes of the past, And the promise of the future yet to be met.