Eternal Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A colosseum stands, its grandeur lost to all. Vines entwine its stones, a gentle, loving grasp, As nature's whispers reclaim the past. The arches, once a stage for valorous deeds, Now echo with the whispers of forgotten creeds. The trees, like sentinels of earth and sky, Stand guard, their leaves a soft, mournful sigh. In this serene and melancholy landscape, we find A reflection of our own transient, mortal kind. The colosseum, a testament to time's slow decay, Yet, in its ruin, beauty finds a way. As light and shadow dance upon its weathered stone, We're reminded that even in decline, there's a beauty shown. The eternal requiem, a hymn to what's been lost, Echoes through the ages, forever the cost. In this still scene, we see our own story told, Of glory, of loss, of memories that unfold.