In the heart of Cappadocia’s ancient land,
A chilling flood, nature’s force so grand,
Unveiling a treasure hidden from the light,
A 5,000-year-old city, a marvel in sight.
Beneath the earth, in chambers deep,
Lies a city where secrets do keep,
Uncovered by waters that surged and roared,
Revealing a history long ignored.
Türkiye’s nation stands in awe,
At the underground city that they saw,
A labyrinth of tunnels, a maze of stone,
A place where the past is eerily shown.
The floodwaters recede, unveiling the past,
A city preserved, a treasure vast,
Whispers of ancient lives that once dwelt,
In the depths of the earth where mysteries melt.
As the nation marvels at this ancient find,
I stand in fear, a chill in my mind,
For in the shadows of the underground,
Lies a history that makes my heart pound.
The city’s corridors, a ghostly sight,
Echoing with whispers in the night,
The secrets it holds, the stories untold,
Fill me with a terror, icy and cold.
Who walked these tunnels so long ago?
What mysteries lie hidden, waiting to show?
In the underground city’s ancient embrace,
I feel a fear I cannot erase.
Türkiye’s marvel, a jewel of the past,
A city unearthed by the flood’s vast blast,
Leaving the nation in wonder and awe,
While I stand in fear, my emotions raw.
The 5,000-year-old underground city’s tale,
A chapter of history that does not pale,
In Cappadocia’s depths, where shadows dance,
A discovery that leaves me in a fearful trance.
