Exam Week...

The darkest night before, most stay up late,
Honing, practicing, praying,

Over and over the notes are read,

A lone white mug, resting near by

Becons to be of service,

Black, white, then black inside: Caramel after
Again and Again, the notes are read,

All but cannon fodder,

Waves and waves of information

Breaking upon closing gates
A full moon beckons to bed,

It's rays like poisoned italian stilletos,

Peircing the soul through it's windows,

poisoning the mind

to it's base settings,

lasting till morning

Croweded hordes of warrior intellectuals,

Croweded whitewashed halls,

Drained at the strike of the bell,
Comrades in arms,

Wielding all sorts of ethereal weaponry;
The finely honed, skilled Rapier,
Wielded with precision,
Thrusting through multiple choice,
Slashing short answer,

Massacring matching,
Exchanging blows with Essay,
Landing point after point
Then Broadswords

Held with skill, yet heaved with brute strength,
Falling into the rhythmic pattern of hack, slash, stab,
Half severing every question in sight,
The bloody mess of a warhammer,

Smashing everything in sight,

Just hopeful to pass
 ,
Most tire quickly,
Hearts as snare drums in a march,
The air, drowned by the unsung battle hymns of anxiety

The silent cries of anguish and fustration,
Then all ends
Some tired, some exhausted, and some crushed,
But all is done, and respite comes at last,
After a final reckoning,
In the cool air of a theater,
Misty with anticipation, or of tears,
 Of the crowd en masse,
Minds, slowly slipping
Tunneling out,
From the Juvie
Called a classroom