The funhouse doors have opened with a "boom."
There's no attendant, so admission's free.
Soon after walking into the main room,
The air begins to fog - it's hard to see.
The way inside can be deceptive and
Confusing after something slams the door.
Crawling, falling, who knows where to land?
Obscure and murky are its corridors.
Maze-like, with passages and steps and turns,
Afloat with spectres of the yet-to-come.
Walls made of fire, and some of ice, whose burns
Both to avoid - their dangers being one.
Out of this strange place only some go free.
Alas, where does one look to find the key?
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