Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, The ancient Colosseum stands, a timeless stage. Its arches, aglow with golden light, Illuminate the night, a beacon bright. The city's pulse, a distant hum, As history's whispers, echoes become. The arena's heart, a fiery core, Where dreams and passions, once roared. The 'Odi' chant, a mystic spell, Echoes through the ages, a story to tell. In this sacred space, where heroes rise, The eternal spirit, of Rome, never dies. A testament to human will and might, The Colosseum stands, a majestic sight. A symbol of the past, a bridge to the future, Where the essence of humanity, is forever suture. In the fading light, of day's last sigh, The Colosseum's grandeur, touches the sky.