Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The Colosseum stands, an ancient wall, A testament to glory, to the past, A stage for heroes, forever to last. The city's pulse, a rhythmic, beating heart, Echoes through the arches, a work of art, The yellow glow, a beacon in the night, A symbol of dreams, a wondrous, golden light. The stadium's grandeur, a story to be told, Of triumphs and defeats, of legends to unfold, The lights that shine, a pathway to the soul, A journey through the ages, to a timeless role. In this iconic form, we find our own place, A connection to the past, a timeless, sacred space, Where history meets the present, and the future's told, In the Eternal Arena, where stories unfold.