Once she laughed, teased, and smiled, Played with dolls, dressed in style. Now they wait in the passageway, Eyes unblinking, pale as clay. Her spirit turns, plagues and hates, Porcelain with claws and blades. Listen close to her crying voice, Comfort her, and she will rejoice. Jump for joy, sing, and dance, Don't be afraid; but give her a chance. Mommy left, and daddy too, She's only happy to have you. (A companion piece to [Nightmare], revealing the tragedy behind the porcelain dolls in the passageway)