Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, The Colosseum stands, a timeless stage. Lit by the soft glow of urban day, Its ancient stones, a story engage. The city's pulse, a gentle hum, As night descends, the arena's drum Beats strong, a heart that never sleeps, A symbol of power, where legends creep. The lights that dance, upon its face, Illuminate the past, a sacred space. Where gladiators once, their valor showed, Now stands a monument, to history's glow. In this serene, yet powerful sight, We find the essence, of human might. A testament to, what once was grand, The Colosseum stands, a work of art, in this land.