The Amazons

We have all seen ladies gently take their beau's hand and understand their place in society But why do they allow themselves to be tamed when their heart is being eaten away with desire? An internal fire to breakaway from the mainstream There once was a time when women ruled the land and men were just used for occasional pleasures Discarded and regarded as Useless except for procreation Hidden in a place so secluded they were excluded from modern life Forgotten and untrodden they developed into their own unique culture A culture ruled by women with indomitable spirit and strength I was once told by an explorer nay 105 years old about a tribe of women who existed in complete obsecurity Their purity of spirit was unbound Deep in the Amazon they did abound unchained by society He was part of an expedition that was on a mission It was his job to lay the foundation needed to achieve it One day in 1742 they came ashore on the coast of Lima Peru in a vessel named the Endeavour With 200 personnel they did boast a giant party the most for its time Hearty supplies abound for the members there they had not better in history On this May day they set out got underway to unlock the mysteries that lay before them Into the rainforest they did walk miles of untrodden bush lay before them But within first night of a fortnight the jungle began to fight back Carnivorous beasts of wild pigs make did thrust their tusks into our hired carriers Piercing flesh with such might there wasn't much they could do to fight but get trampled Our numbers did dwindle forcing the party to accommodate Every man overloaded by burden Progress slowed to a halt when we got caught by anacona the length of a main sail Our heaviest-laden were taken and strangled into obscurity Not a crumb was left after the monsters had their fill not even the bill of a pith helmit Mosquitos then did come to lay waste to our surviving brothers With malaria they were struck down in numbers Every other man sickened our pace couldn't quicken and slowed down to a halt In camp we made way and watched men die everyday With numbers less than one-half we regrouped and counted our losses Decisions were made to dwindle the parties size and take the rest back to ferry A small faction would go alone to press further into the unknown Twas July when the group came round an impassable feature A cliff without deny so big to the eye that to see its ascent was pointless From horizon to horizon it did lie hundreds of miles no deny its passage was quite impossible That night we did camp by cliffs side we did hide next to an outcropping Odd bugs with illuminous glow flew around our troupe casting odd shadows on the fire lit walls Into a group they did intermingle and dwindle into a small opening within the cliff Upon further investigation we spied a cavern Onto its door we did knock with pick axe and chisel The rocks they did give way to reveal our passage The torches were lit and we were on our way We walked what seemed like miles past piles of human bone we knew then we were not alone When quite an impassable hole broke our path a stone was thrown in but no echo was heard back A bottomless pit it seemed but we still deemed to pass it Rope was cast to cross its vast and we cautiously massed our weight onto the rigging As our party reached the other side one by one the rope came undone from its mount too many to count fell to their deaths in seconds No reverberation was heard after their screams to death just dead silence We looked at each other in dred not a word was said you could see it written on our faces With the rope gone we had to don courage and proceed on Leagues deep with much intrigue we came upon an enormous chasm Stalagmites and stalactites strewn across our path so tight we had to crawl between them Enormous bats the size of children make draped from the ceiling sat at wait for our late arrival Into their house we did crawl quietly to prevent our inevitable maul by the hanging menace A Misplaced step alarmed our host to our presence With an ear piercing screech they started to dive squealing as they flew down from the ceiling to sink their teeth into aortic blood Onto our necks they attempted to attach their fangs for feasting We fought them off as best we could but their numbers were too great and only few of us of late escaped their hording We spied a scissure in the North wall and made way to escape the carnage Our numbers dwindled down to five to be left alive crawling alive to safety It was down to me Jenasee, our geologist Nelson, the rather large linguist Lynch and native carriers Jafari and Kwame nothing could have stopped us to escape the nightnarish toll the bats had taken we had forsaken our supplies just to make it this far The passage got more narrow as we proceeded we should have heeded the remnants of dead bodies strewn in our path but we had no other way Eventually the roof met the floor we could go no more As we lied there in despair Kwame said he could hear running water It was true we could hear it too but how to get through? Nelson pointed out the quartz in our cage and placed a fire to ignite it The water the crystals contained therein boiled then exploded into high speed fragments A portal was blasted open allowing us to pass but just then the water came rushing in It quickly filled every gap every void and before long it filled our lungs we couldnt avoid We pushed through the steady stream outside to see the gleam of the sun Only to be handed the extreme when seen a 300 foot drop then we all started falling Into a lake make no mistake despite our ache our disorientation was quite overwhelming As we crawled onto white sandy shore our minds were yelling "no more!"