Ring

Rings around the Sprawl,

As well as inner doors.

From airlocks to its transport system,

Blood spills on the floor.

...

At first there were the crazies,

Their minds like fragile daisies.

But then came the true heralds,

Putting out all bravery.

...

Fires, ashes, water,

Flow along the slaughter.

They're cut down, the men and women,

And their sons and daughters.

...

At first they try to flee,

To find sanctuary.

But for them there's no escape,

They fall down on their knees.

...

There runs a sea of red,

From streets to homely beds.

The necromorphs, in all their horror,

Reap the seeds of dread.

...

They play the role of hounds,

They own the station's grounds,

They pounce upon their fleeing prey,

The victims fall down.

A/N

Once again, a nursery rhyme is used to great effect in promotion for Dead Space 2. Basically this was my take on it-the equivalent of Twinkle Twinkle in a sense.