The venue looked like a haunted mansion
at the sight of it crept my fear's ascension
I remember having dimly asked

it starts at what hour
in this house of horror
I write what paper

There was no answer got
to my silent questioning thought
once I entered the hall of doom
swallowed me a pall of gloom

I wondered for me what was in store
regretted not having prepared more
the papers were given darkly random
the king's story territory kingdom

One look at the paper dealt me a blow
a blankness glared dried ink's flow
wrong I shouted it shouldn't be
not one answer is known to me

She pulled the blanket from over my face
alarmed by my agony's stress
they still haunt me give ugly chase

exam fears and failure's disgrace!