Intrepid explorers search lost lands and seas, Backpacking across the globe dressed in young naivety.

Climbing each deserted cavern seeking adventure,

Hiking through pined forests high on steep hills, And swimming abandoned waters finding cheap thrills.

A trio of girls, a gaggle of geese, innocently travelling, Over-estimating their sense, under-estimating nature’s ire.

Lost America, ghost lands from golden coast to coast, Occasional fails; insect bites and spiked, floral tears, Rattling snakes, rocky slips and other minor scares.

In the depths of the Appalachians their journey ends, Under the starry bleak blanket, wrapped in wilderness.

Free souls, lost in nature’s deceptive, silent glow,

They stumble upon wild water; a stagnant grim lake, But only seeing lush waters and a paradise so fake.

Stripping brazenly, the wenches jumped excitedly, Into the depths, unable to touch the bed with bare feet.

Gentle laughter echoes through the trees, and ripples,

Reaching down through the crystal, cool waters, To inhumane marine ears that prepare for the slaughter.

The blonde dragged first, to the lake’s funerary floor, Spun by the creature cursed to reside a snake’s life, For impregnating nubile virgins with his insect larvae.

Spins, pulls and feeds. Gills throb, born of a spell, Once her breathing ceases his teeth release the stunned girl.

The brunette dragged next, to the lake’s funerary floor,

Spun by the creature cursed to an immortal life, For seducing an immortal failing his insect’s larvae.

Spins, pulls and feeds. Cursed eyelids and faux fin, Once her breathing ceases the impregnation can begin.

The red head dragged last, to the cavern hidden beneath,

Her belly pierced with the insect’s mortal, secret spike.

Metamorphosises slowly into a suitable aqueous mate, Unlike the mortal insect’s seed that killed the willing host,

She requites his growing ardour; immortal marinelike ghost.