Eternal Arena
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
The Colosseum stands, a timeless sway,
A circle of grandeur, lit from within,
A beacon in the night, where history spins.
The arches whisper tales of old,
Of gladiators, of triumphs, of stories untold,
The yellow glow, a warm and golden light,
Illuminates the path, through the dark of night.
The city sleeps, yet here, a vibrant stage,
A testament to power, to a bygone age,
The Colosseum's majesty, a sight to behold,
A symbol of Rome, where legends unfold.
In this eternal arena, we find our past,
A reflection of our dreams, forever to last,
A monument to human will and might,
A shining jewel, in the city's twilight light.