The Eternal Arena

In the heart of ancient stone, a circle of grandeur stands, A testament to power, to spectacle, to the hands That built a legacy that time cannot erase, A symbol of a civilization's might and its gaze. The tiers of seating rise like layers of memory, Echoing the roar of crowds, the clash of history. In every arch, a story waits to be told, Of gladiators, of emperors, of a glory to behold. The arena's center, a stage for dreams and strife, A microcosm of life, where fate cuts through like a knife. Yet, in its ancient heart, a beauty still resides, A reflection of human spirit, where greatness abides. In the silence now, we hear the whispers of the past, A reminder that our stories, too, will forever last.