Fear not the words of beautiful liars,

of snakes and of time-consuming vampires.

Fear not the slithering creatures in your feet,

fear not the monsters in the darkened street.

For fear is the most vicious mind-killer,

the architect of your own prison thriller.

For when your being is frozen with fear,

when the dark and cold slithers ever so near,

when the light fades and your strength wanes,

when you are faced with horror beyond imagination

and mountains crash around in tense frustration,

it is then that you show your true face –

a hero or a coward will fill your place.

Then you either die or emerge from the deep,

rejuvenated, wiser, braver, awake from your sleep.

Countess others have perished before in fear’s grasp,

leaving this world with a broken mind and faces aghast.

Will you be just another walking corpse rotting in fear

or the divine individual that rises to heights bright and clear?