Eternal Arena

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.