In the abyss of nightmares, where whispers wail,
The fabric of reality begins to frail.
A corridor stretches, endless, dim,
Each door a passage to realms so grim.
The first door creaks, with a ghostly sound,
Inside, a room where lost souls are bound.
Their eyes are hollow, their cries are shrill,
Trapped in moments, time can’t kill.
The second door reveals a beastly snare,
Creatures lurk with chilling stare.
Fangs that drip with venom, dire,
Eyes that burn with hellish fire.
Through the third, a tempest roars,
With lightning strikes and thunderous wars.
The air is thick with palpable dread,
A storm that’s brewed from the tears we’ve shed.
The fourth door opens to a silent town,
Where shadows move but make no sound.
The streets are empty, the air is still,
But eyes watch from every window sill.
The fifth, a forest, gnarled and old,
Where trees whisper secrets, untold.
The darkness breathes, alive, aware,
And every step is met with despair.
The sixth door’s chill cuts to the bone,
A frozen wasteland, bleak, alone.
The ice ensnares, the cold betrays,
In this arctic tomb, the lost will stay.
The seventh door, a mirror’s face,
Reflects a soul, devoid of grace.
The image warps, distorts, malign,
Revealing fears you thought confined.
The eighth, a void, a gaping maw,
Where sanity’s threads come undone, raw.
The silence screams, the darkness feeds,
On every doubt, on every misdeed.
The ninth door leads to a fiery blaze,
A pyre for dreams, in smoky haze.
The heat sears flesh, the flames ascend,
A fiery end, that never ends.
The tenth door is the worst of all,
A room that’s bare, with padded wall.
The echo of a maddened laugh,
A broken mind, a shattered half.
In this abyss of nightmares, true,
The horrors lurk, they wait for you.
To open doors, to cross the line,
And make their twisted depths, thine.
Beware the night, its hidden plight,
For in your dreams, these doors take flight.
And if you wake with a startled gasp,
Remember the nightmares, in your grasp.
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