Undead

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.