Eternal Arena

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, The Colosseum stands, a testament to all, A stage for dreams, where heroes rise and fall, A symbol of the past, yet forever enthralling all. The lights ablaze, like stars in evening's sky, Illuminate the field, where players clash and sigh, The roar of crowds, a deafening, joyous sound, As history meets the present, on this hallowed ground. In this eternal arena, where legends are born, The spirit of competition, forever is sworn, The beauty of the game, a symphony to behold, A dance of strength and skill, where hearts are made of gold. As sunset's warmth, upon the scene does lay, The Colosseum's grandeur, in a new light does stay, A fusion of the old, with the new and bright, A testament to human spirit, in all its might.