Heart of Darkness
The pilgrims sailed down the river, With swollen egos and false expectations of what awaited them on their journey, Nothing could prepare them for the darkness within the depths of the forest. As their flashlights shined into the dense tree line along the coast, Corneas of many colors and sizes reflected light back, However dark it appeared, the forest was alive. As their vessel made its way through the twists and turns of the ancient River, The great river seemed like it would never end. Navigating against the flow of the river, the pilgrims were on a path towards its very source, Where the rumored treasures hidden long ago still rested. But their path was not an easy one, Many had tried before them to reach this paradise within the jungle, The life-source of the river itself. The Captain of the riverboat, A veteran sailor of the river which he had made his home, he had lead many excursions into the river, however even he had not traveled as deep as