Eternal Arena
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
The Colosseum stands, an eternal stage.
A witness to the ages, it holds its sway,
A symbol of power, in a bygone age.
Its arches, like a crown, majestic and grand,
Illuminate the night, with a golden hand.
The city's pulse, a gentle, distant thrum,
As the arena's heartbeat, echoes, numb.
In this moment, past and present entwine,
As history's whispers, with the future align.
The Colosseum's grandeur, a testament to time,
A monument to dreams, that forever shine.
In its ancient stones, our stories sleep,
And in its grandeur, our spirits creep.
To find our place, within the ages' sway,
And let the Eternal Arena, guide us on our way.