Eternal Arena
Reflection
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.