Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The Colosseum stands, an ancient call, To glory, honor, and the past's dark might, A beacon in the fading light. The city's pulse, a distant, muted sound, As night descends, and darkness wraps around, The arena's heart, a fiery glow, A symbol of the stories yet untold. In arches deep, a warm, golden light, A haven from the darkness of the night, The ancient stones, a testament to time, A witness to the triumphs and the crimes. The Eternal Arena, a stage so grand, Where heroes rose, and legends took their stand, In Rome's heart beats, a timeless, mystic fire, A flame that burns, a heart's greatest desire.