6th
Though no current to behold
Many dangers in sixth are told
The gate will open where it will deem
The only warning, a surging stream
Many dead in the waters dwell
Awaiting those who do easy quell
A random door holds grating fear
But from a certain point a gate called will appear
Your feet will stand on arid ground
You will sink as water forms all around
As walls subside to flowing stream
Gates seven, eight and nine are seen