Eternal Arena

In the heart of the city, a colosseum stands tall, A testament to history, a beacon for all. The golden light within, a warm and inviting glow, Echoes of the past, in the present they grow. The arches, a story of ancient might, A symbol of power, in the fading light. The city around, a tapestry so fine, A blend of old and new, in a harmonious design. The lights, a twinkling canvas, so divine, Reflecting the beauty, of a moment so sublime. In this eternal arena, we find our place, A connection to the past, and a sense of space. Where history and modernity entwine, A story of humanity, forever divine.