Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The Colosseum stands, an ancient call. A beacon in the fading light, It whispers tales of glory and endless night. Its arches, lit with golden glow, Echoes of a history that will forever grow. The city's pulse, a distant hum, As night descends, the arena's splendor becomes one. With every stone, a story's told, Of triumphs, trials, young and old. In this eternal stage, we find our past, And in its grandeur, our spirits are forever cast. The lights that dance upon its wall, Illuminate the dreams that stand tall. In the stillness, we hear the roar, Of crowds that once cheered, forever more. This monument of stone and might, Guides us through the darkness of night.