Eternal Arena

In ancient stones, a story's told Of grandeur and of glory old The Colosseum stands, a testament to time A symbol of power, a witness to the sublime Its arches rise, a majestic sight Echoing the roars of a long-forgotten night The sunlight casts, a warm, golden glow On the arena's floor, where heroes once did grow The whispers of the past, in every stone reside A tale of human strength, and the will to abide Through ages passed, it stands, a monument to might A beacon in the darkness, shining with gentle light In its grandeur, we find, a reflection of our own A dream of greatness, forever sewn In the fabric of our being, a spark remains A flame that burns, a passion that sustains