High on a hill a lone building stands,
A winding path leads to the door.
Slightly ajar, you step over the mat
Reading "Mind the blood upon the floor"

Into the dark hallway you slip.
Looking around at the portraits on the wall,
Blood dripping from the lifeless faces.
Running frwards, you stumble, you fall.

Face to face with a decaying corpse.
You vomit over the maggot-eaten face.
Standing and hurriedly running to the next room,
Wondering about the other surprises haunting the place.

A room of mirrors stretching from wall to wall,
Each one depcting a different time.
A snowy scene, a dark shadow buried.
A rainforest scene, a dark shadow writing rhymes.

You walk past all the mirrors,
Seeing the dark shadow in all.
Staring and staring, it seems so familiar...
Then it clicks... The shadow is YOU!

It's showing all your fears - Death, pain.
Everything you've ever feared in your life.
Things you've gotten over,
Twisting in your mind like a knife.

But now, you welcome Death.
Pain is a frequent visitor.
All of this is realised
In the Fortress of Fears.

Hidden in a shroud of mist.
High wallas, broken glass.
The most guarded building in the world.
Available only as an escape from reality.
A place to face your fears.

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