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!"