And the door flew open; pounding against the wall,
And there stood a child,
But wrong something was,
For the child's eyes were white and hazy; a large red mark upon the ear,
And her head tilted at an angle as she stared at the woman standing there,
A step forward for the woman’s step back and chills that flew through the air,
Then the child lunged; there was no reasoning for how fast she flew,
Right at you.