Eternal Arena
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
The Colosseum stands, an eternal sway,
A testament to history's might,
A symbol of power, in the fading light.
The city's pulse, a distant hum,
As night descends, the arena's lit, like a drum,
The arches glow, a golden frame,
A beacon in the darkness, a story to reclaim.
The past and present, in a single gaze,
The Colosseum's grandeur, in a modern daze,
A fusion of old and new, a tale unfold,
In this eternal arena, where stories are told.
In the stillness, the city's secrets sleep,
The Colosseum watches, its vigil to keep,
A sentinel of time, a witness to the past,
A monument to the glory, that will forever last.