Eternal Vigilance

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The Colosseum stands, a sentinel of all. Its ancient stones, a testament to time, Echoes of gladiators, a forgotten rhyme. The arches glow, like embers of the past, A fiery spirit, that will forever last. The city's pulse, a gentle, soothing breeze, As sunset's warmth, gives way to evening's ease. In this serene hour, the Colosseum's might, Is tempered by, the gentle, fading light. A moment's peace, before the night's descent, A fleeting calm, in the city's relentless bent. Yet, in its grandeur, we find a peaceful nest, A symbol of, the human spirit's unyielding quest.