Eternal Arena

In the heart of the city, a colosseum stands tall, A testament to history, beyond them all. Its ancient stones, a story unfold, Of gladiators, heroes, and tales of old. The modern field, a stage for new dreams, Where athletes clash, and champions beam. The lights ablaze, like a fiery glow, Illuminate the night, as the crowd's roar grows. In this fusion of past and present time, The arena lives, a symbol sublime. A bridge between eras, it stands with pride, A monument to human spirit, side by side. As dusk descends, and the day is done, The colosseum shines, like the morning sun. A beacon in the night, it lights the way, For those who seek, to seize the day.