Eternal Colosseum
Reflection
Beneath the golden embrace of twilight's glow,
The Colosseum stands, a timeless show.
Its ancient stones, a testament to days of yore,
Where empires rose and fell, forevermore.
The sky, a canvas painted in hues of fire,
Illuminates the grandeur of its attire.
Each arch and column whispers tales untold,
Of gladiators, of crowds, of blood and gold.
The city sleeps, yet here, the past still thrives,
A monument to human dreams and drives.
Its shadows stretch, a mirror of our soul,
Where history and eternity entwine, whole.
In this sacred space, we find our own,
A reflection of the journey we have known.
The Colosseum stands, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the night of life.
For in its stones, we see our own ascent,
A journey of the soul, a path of ascent.
Its grandeur calls, a silent, sacred hymn,
To the enduring spirit of the human kin.
So let us stand, beneath its watchful gaze,
And feel the pulse of history's own blaze.
For in this place, where time and space converge,
We find the essence of our own resolve.