Snakes lurk in this place
They are all highly venomous
Leave no skin exposed
This place is very cold
Your soul shivers and trembles
Only faith can warm it
This place is very dark
Eyes of the head malfunction here
Insight is required
This place is very sad
Joy is considered contraband
Learn to smuggle it
This place clips your wings
It fills your lungs with despair
Fly on the wings of hope
The Journey of the Boy and his Sandcastle 