Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, The Colosseum stands, a testament to the past's sway, A circle of stone, where heroes once did stride, Now hosts the dreams of modern youth, side by side. The roar of crowds, a deafening, joyous sound, Echoes through the arches, as the sun dips below the ground, The lights ablaze, a fiery halo, casting a glow, On the green field within, where athletes' spirits grow. The city's pulse, a rhythm that never fades, As day gives way to night, and the stars are displayed, The Colosseum's grandeur, a sight to behold, A bridge between the ages, where stories unfold. In this sacred space, where legends are born, The past and present merge, like the dawn and the morn, A symbol of resilience, of human will and might, The Colosseum shines, a beacon in the night.