Eternal Arena

In the twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A colosseum stands, its grandeur on display. Lit from within, like a heart that beats with pride, It echoes tales of old, where heroes once did stride. The city's pulse, a rhythmic, distant hum, As night descends, and day's last light is undone. The arena's might, a testament to times of old, A symbol of power, where stories unfold. In its ancient stones, a history does reside, A place where legends lived, and myths did abide. The light that shines, a beacon in the night, Guides us to the past, where glory took its flight. A monument to dreams, where hearts once did aspire, The colosseum stands, a timeless, burning fire.