In the heart of the Forbidden City’s ancient veil,
Lie 72 wells, a mystical tale,
Hidden treasures in depths unseen,
Guarded by time, by history’s sheen.

For over six centuries, they held their ground,
Secrets locked, mysteries bound,
Whispers of a bygone age,
Echoes of a king, a silent sage.

Within their depths, a kingdom sleeps,
Secrets of a monarch, buried deep,
For 1,000 years, they lay untouched,
Awaiting the moment when truth is clutch.

The Forbidden City, a fortress of yore,
Where emperors ruled, where legends bore,
In the shadows of its hallowed halls,
The king’s story quietly calls.

The 72 wells, like guardians old,
Witnesses to tales untold,
Finally yielding their ancient lore,
Revealing the king’s secrets, evermore.

Artifacts of silk, of gold, of jade,
Whispers of a dynasty’s grand parade,
Each well a portal to a time gone by,
To the reign of a king, to a whispered sigh.

The treasures within, a glimpse of the past,
Unveiling a legacy meant to last,
The king’s secrets, now brought to light,
Illuminating history’s silent night.

As the Forbidden City’s wells unveil,
The mysteries of a king, a timeless tale,
We glimpse the legacy, the reign of yore,
In the treasures guarded by the ancient core.