Eternal Arena
Reflection
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.