Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, The Colosseum stands, an ancient stage. Its arches, lit by golden ray, Echoes of a bygone age. The city's pulse, a distant hum, As night descends, the arena's lit, A beacon in the darkening drum, Of history, where legends flit. A symbol of power, of glory past, The Colosseum stands, forever to last. In modern Rome, it finds its place, A testament to time's relentless pace. The lights that dance upon its wall, A fleeting glimpse of moments all. The roar of crowds, the clash of might, Still resonate, on this, a silent night. The Eternal Arena, a wonder to see, A bridge between the past and you, and me.