Mount Skull

Heroic age of Antarctic exploration A craft defies the seas alone Long voyage of discovery To a continent unknown On board, only veterans of adventure Seasoned experts in the field Vying to become the first To expose what's unrevealed Approaching rugged Barren and white shores Enveloped in the black of night A grim, glacial wasteland Their final destination in sight Provisional encampment established Now fixated on the goal All spirits high To unearth the buried Hidden secrets of the pole Wind-lashed and broken By extreme temperatures Glaciers and crevasses Blizzards to endure Plodding through persistent fog Poor visibility On eroded horizons Looms an impossibility Massive range, monstrous peaks Menacing, fragile Howling dogs, crew in awe As they behold Mount Skull Fears cast aside On to an unveiled passageway Battered and beaten by the storm Shelter found inside the cave Astonishing Interior A labyrinth unfolds Repulsive rotten stench Sinister shadows Descending, sweltering Phosphorescent walls Troglodytes, dreadful shrieks Echo in huge halls So long! Only one, may escape No companions left Running from that grotesque thing Lurking in the depths Decades passed Since their disappearance And then his frozen corpse was found A body, well-preserved by severe frost His logbook, had fallen on the ground An expression of terror Covers a tortured face Telling the tale of death and pain The mountain shaped Like a human skull Well, that mystery will always remain