Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, the Colosseum stands, A testament to time's relentless hands. Its ancient stones, a story tell, Of gladiators' roars, and emperors' spell. The golden light, that dances within, Echoes of the past, a mystic kin. The city's pulse, a rhythm beats, As night descends, and darkness retreats. The arena's heart, a flame that burns, A symbol of power, that forever yearns. In this sacred space, where legends rise, The past and present, in silence, collide. The Colosseum's grandeur, a sight to behold, A monument to history, forever to be told. Its beauty is a reflection, of the soul, A connection to the past, that makes us whole. In its ancient stones, our stories are etched, A testament to the human spirit, forever bequeathed.