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The passage describes a sinister figure named Fear who feeds on the fears and insecurities of people. Fear appears unexpectedly and casts a spell on vulnerable minds, causing them to feel terrified. He feeds off the fear of his victims, who become petrified and helpless. Fear is always present and can be summoned by the mind, making it impossible to escape his grasp. There, in the deepest shrouds of shadows, When silence plays her sinister game, He arrives without warning, the unbitten, With cruel intent your senses to maim. He emerges gradually, the night is young, He has time to wield his wicked wand, To cast his spell upon feeble minds, And with diabolical demons to bond. As heartbeats pound, and blood runs cold, He takes nourishment, as voraciously he feeds, From the petrified prey, who snivel and shake, As they succumb to his sowing of insidious seeds. The tolling of funereal bells resounds, In the ether of misty midnight skies, Each chime reverberates throughout the bones, As he awaits sanity's ultimate demise. No one can escape his callous clutches, For he lives within every tremulous tear, He visits whenever your mind beckons, You know him well, his name is Fear.