Eternal Arena
Reflection
In the twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A colosseum stands, its grandeur echoing through all.
Amidst the city's pulse, it reigns supreme,
A testament to dreams, to triumph, and to theme.
The golden light that dances on its ancient stone,
Echoes the passions of a history forever known.
In every arch, a story whispers low,
Of gladiators' valor, of triumphs long ago.
The arena's heart beats strong and free,
A symbol of the human spirit's ecstasy.
As dusk descends, and night's veil draws near,
The colosseum's majesty dispels all fear.
It stands as guardian of the past,
A beacon to the future, forever to last.
In its embrace, we find our own tale,
A narrative of courage, of dreams that prevail.
The eternal arena, a stage for the bold,
Where legends are born, and stories unfold.