Eternal Amphitheatre

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The Colosseum stands, a timeless call. Its ancient stones, a testament to might, Bathed in the golden glow of fading light. The city's pulse, a gentle, distant thrum, As day succumbs to the night's sweet perfume. The arches, like sentinels of old, stand guard, Their stories whispered, as the winds are scarred. In this serene hour, where past and present meet, The Colosseum's grandeur, our spirits greet. A symbol of history, a monument to time, It stands, unchanging, as the world around it chimes. The lights that dance, upon its weathered face, Illuminate the path, to a bygone era's sacred space. In this majestic scene, we find our peace, A connection to the past, our souls release.