Eternal Flame
Reflection
Beneath the canvas of twilight, where the sun bows low,
A colosseum stands, a monument of old.
Its arches whisper tales of battles fought and won,
A silent sentinel guarding time's unyielding run.
The sky ignites in hues of amber and gold,
A fiery embrace that cradles the ancient soul.
Each stone, a witness to the echoes of the past,
A testament to the enduring human quest.
The city sleeps, yet the arena remains awake,
Its glow a beacon in the twilight's embrace.
It speaks of empires, of glory and might,
A symbol of resilience, of light in the night.
For those who gaze upon this timeless sight,
A mirror reflects their own journey's light.
In its grandeur, they find their own strength,
A reminder that the soul can transcend time's length.
Eternal Flame, a beacon of hope and might,
A symbol of endurance, a light in the night.
May its glow illuminate your path, dear viewer,
And guide you through the shadows of your endeavor.