Eternal Arena

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.