Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, The Colosseum stands, a timeless stage of gray. Its ancient stones, a testament to days gone by, Now bathed in golden light, as sunset paints the sky. The city's pulse, a distant hum, a gentle thrum, As night awakens, and the arena's splendor's won. A beacon in the darkness, it stands tall and proud, A symbol of the past, where legends were avowed. The arches, like a crown, encircle the grand space, A haven for the brave, a witness to the human pace. In this eternal arena, where heroes once did stride, Now echoes of the past, in whispers, softly reside. The lights that illuminate, a modern touch, a new tale, Yet, in its heart, the ancient heartbeat never fails. A bridge between the ages, it connects the past, To the present, where we stand, and the future vast. In its grandeur, we find, a reflection of our own, A story of resilience, where dreams are sewn.