Eternal Ruin's Splendor

In the heart of ancient stone, where shadows dance and whispers roam, A tale of grandeur unfolds, in crumbling majesty, a story to be known. The Colosseum stands, a testament to time's relentless stride, A labyrinth of arches, where light and darkness softly reside. The intricate dance of decay, a slow-motion waltz of the ages, Unveils the secrets hidden, in every weathered, worn-out page. In this surreal landscape, where past and present softly collide, The essence of history breathes, a mystic, ethereal tide. Through broken staircases, and arches worn by time's gentle hand, The narrative of human dreams, and the weight of forgotten lands, Echoes through the chambers, where once the roar of crowds did resound, Now, a haunting silence reigns, a melancholy, ghostly surround. Yet, in this ruin's beauty, lies a truth profound and deep, A reflection of our own, fleeting moments, in the vastness of time's keep. The artwork whispers secrets, of a civilization's rise and fall, A reminder of the transience, of all that stands tall.