That grave yard was serene.  
In the midst of haunting silence, a grim lady walked in.  
Her ashen face bathed in the light of her candle.  
And I froze…there and then.

Anon she swept away. 
And my heart bubbled to part, but in vain. 
For I was stubborn to lie behind the grave. 
And pry “Is she a witch or a dame?”

The weather was brazen cold… 
Yet it didn’t evoke in her a shiver! 
That precipice was nigh yet couldn’t shrink that lady. 
From floating across into the thin air.

Her candle, held aloft, never flickered. 
Though winds keened n blustered! 
Even her tresses never swayed. 
Though a breeze whirled and bristled!

My horror-struck throat let out a sigh. 
And she swiveled her head towards me all at once. 
Seeing thus … titanic tremors ran down my spine. 
My teeth gnashed …doomsday was mine.

Convulsively I came out of my hideaway.

And in a haste ran through the grave…

While my heart pounded against my bosom. 
And my legs juddered like a thunder. 
A reproach so profound drove in my blood. 
That why did I pry… why did I meddle?

Desperately I waited for the dawn to break. 
But the night still gathered, averse to my plea. 
Then a thought began to prey my mind. 
Was that fair fiend chasing me?

Avidly I listened for the noise of her footsteps. 
And I could only reflect an unsettling silence.  
Moved! I looked behind while shooting through the woods. 
My eyes goggled; she shaved past me, by heavens!

I halted…perspiring to death. 
And clenched my fists to dealt her a blow. 
But she sailed, unaware, into the darkness. 
And then I gathered “I am left by my foe”.

Alas! I couldn’t see through the witchcraft. 
That the horror was not at its last gasp. 
It was a prologue to a more horrid play. 
It dawned to me when I heard a sheer rasp.

  Convulsively, I woke from my deep slumber.

And witnessed a crow calling out …

“Wake up dear…you exam is on the prowl!”

I rose… while my doomsday, the impending exam, lurched about!