Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, The ancient Colosseum stands tall, A testament to a bygone day, When gladiators fought, and heroes fell. The arena's heart, a glowing core, Beats strong and steady, evermore, A symbol of power, of strength and might, A beacon in the dark of night. The city's lights, a twinkling sea, Stretch far and wide, a distant spree, As sunset's embers fade to gray, The Colosseum's grandeur holds its sway. In this still moment, we find our past, A legacy that forever will last, A story told in stone and light, A testament to human spirit's might.