Eternal Arena
Reflection
As sunset's fiery glow descends upon the ancient stones,
The Colosseum stands, a testament to time's throne.
Its arches, once witness to the roar of crowds,
Now stand as sentinels, guarding the whispers of the crowds.
The city's pulse beats strong, a rhythm in the night,
As lights dance upon its facade, a modern, golden light.
The past and present merge, a tale of glory told,
In this eternal arena, where stories unfold.
The sky ablaze, a canvas of orange, pink, and gold,
A masterpiece of nature, a sight to behold.
The Colosseum, a symbol of power, of history, of might,
A beacon in the night, shining with a gentle, ethereal light.
In this moment, the past and present entwine,
A dance of light and shadow, a beauty divine.