Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The ancient colosseum stands, a sentinel of all. Its stone walls whisper tales of glory and of strife, A testament to times when heroes lit the life. The golden glow that bathes its venerable frame, Echoes whispers of a past that's not yet tame. The city's heartbeat pulses, a rhythm so divine, As night descends, and mystic lights entwine. In this embrace of darkness and of golden light, The arena beckons, a stage for dreams to take flight. A symbol of resilience, where stories unfold, A beacon in the night, where legends are told. The lights that dance upon its ancient stones, Illuminate the path for those who call it home. In every arch, a tale of courage is inscribed, A chronicle of dreams, where hearts are forever inscribed.