Flame, fire, blazing lash,
licking tendrils, smoke and ash.
Haze of smog, smoldering lust,
guttering gouts of choking dust.

Turn back now, O' foolish trav'ler!
Feral beasts will your sever!
Demons, efreeti and devils,
hellish beings and elementals,

roam the barrens neverending,
hunting, scouring, stalking, rending!
Crush your frame into the ground,
devour your flesh; fresh meat they've found!

Still you near? Halt your endeavor!
For your sake you shall not enter!
Elemental plane of fire-
here the mounting danger's dire!

Bloodstained fangs and fest'ring claws,
scorching breath and gaping maws.
Paralyzing dragonfear,
these and more you'll brave while here!

Venture not to understand,
merely leave this shadowed land!
Dark mysteries ever-present,
rhyme and reason nonexistent.

What of this is enigmatic?
Your presence is problematic!
Why remain in this miasma?
Hearth of flame and dancing plasma?

Are you forced to choose this venue?
Your fate chosen poorly for you?
Flee this realm of chaos brew!
Advice opposing now eschew!

Your subconscious is off-limits,
you may not sift through these secrets!
STOP!!! What are you, suicidal?
None can face such deadly peril!

Tampering with your locked psyche
bringeth repercussions many!
Myriad possibilities!
Flitting forms of dark memories!

Mail of sanity enshrouding!
Helm of hubris-vision clouding!
Bold indeed is your arrogance-
is it merely blind ignorance?

Stubborn is your grim personage.
Forced am I to watch the carnage.
Fool! You go forth to battle
demons, yours is the death rattle.

Did you truly sense the danger?
Provoking dormant ilk to anger?
Latent sin found in your mind
is best left there among its kind.

Charred, seared, and quite defeaten,
you return, vanquished, beaten.
Failed to best your fears horrid,
conquered by your inner Id.

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This is the first version. Second version'll be up...sometime.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 383 AF.