Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, The Colosseum stands, a timeless stage. Its ancient stones, a witness to the past, A symbol of power, that forever will last. The golden light, that dances on its face, Reveals the stories, of a bygone era's pace. The city's pulse, beats strong and free, As night descends, and the world is glee. In this iconic form, we find our past, A reflection of glory, that will forever last. The arena's grandeur, a testament to might, A beacon in the night, that shines so bright. A place where heroes, once battled and won, Now stands as witness, to the ages, one by one. In its grandeur, we find our own strength, A connection to the past, that gives us length. To our own stories, of struggle and of strife, And the eternal arena, stands as a symbol of life.