Eternal Arena
Reflection
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.