It sorrounds my helpless body.
snaging my feet.
I am weak to an ambuscade
I shouldnt have traveled alone
Sizzling oil, now to my knees height
I had'nt a clue of what went wrong
The thick jungle shook
Beasts of all sorts hide
some in small shubery
others behind large stalks
My heart rate quickened
I heard near fauna ululate a distance from my snare
The night fell darker
now eyes
from the many fiends
glare at my barracaded body
how I only wish for a miracle
I could imagine the savage beasts
tearing my flesh
thier vehement claws raining down
May someone detedt my corrodide corpse by the scent of putrefaction of my remains
May whom ever happens to encounter my corrupt remains bid adieu to my woeful soul
May that being, be it man or beast forgive me for questing the summit of "Ye Ol' Beast, Candace"
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