Civilized Westerners wanted control, dreamt of keys
to kingdom where gates were ivory grains on shore
in paradise kept pure of humanity's plague.
Ships docked, demanded entrance blocked by stones
which glowed of iron deposits shaped in intricate designs
glyphs bathed within artistic announcements bordered.
Serpents coiled in pits under and around erected throne
on highest mountain closest to heavens, stars reflected
primordial crest of Basilisk worshipped as demigod
by primitive inhabitants never captured on film.
Jungle patchwork played with psyche, set rules in place
for anyone who attempted to cross venomous threshold;
met with vines and viscerated, their last recollection
inside lair with survivors littered, their screams left to die.
Enchantress seized the life force from each Mortal
and charged her sceptre, haulted the aging process
another decade until more dared to challenge again.
Gold trophy winner
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