Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, The Colosseum stands, an eternal stage. A circle of grandeur, lit by golden rays, A testament to history's turning page. The city's pulse, a gentle, distant hum, As night descends, and day's last light is done. The arena's heart, a glowing, fiery core, Beats strong, a symbol of a legacy forever more. In this iconic form, we find our past, A story told in stone, forever to last. The lights that dance, upon its ancient face, Illuminate the path, to a timeless, sacred space. Where gladiators once clashed, and crowds did roar, Now stands a monument, to a civilization's score. A beacon in the night, that shines so bright, Guiding us through, the darkness of endless night. The Colosseum's grandeur, an eternal, mystic spell, That beckons us, to a story, forever to tell.