Eternal Arena
Reflection
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.