We stand alone- rogues of life,
Our path twists and turns- dips and churns,
As we see no reflection tonight.
An apple was succulent, perfect,
Now it’s rotten to the core- flawed
Perfect? far from it.
In a room we gather sitting scratching at
-pale thin sheets of wood
We cry, we scream as the clock- tick tocks through our mortality-
Today our fate shall be decided-
One mistake- our fate will be ignited…
We are the vampires!! – no…no…no!

we are of the same breed though
we are the futures seed to technology advancements
no we are not magical enchanters!
Just sit- read what I have said- imagine -shut your eye lids- then think- now know- we are kids!

We sit in the same dark room panting,
Hand aches- can’t stop- well maybe for the odd scratching,
The white scrolls of fate belch out questions and shoot out lines-
The endless road of discovery- finished the page turn over and the journey begins again!
But then when it is silent- when it is still- the gargoyles take flight!
Getting closer- curled fingers- twitching eye!
Are they the forsaken? Yes but we prefer the term invigilators,
Well in actual fact they’re more like terminators!
The way they walk… the way they stare…the way they shout-
“You! Out!” it’s over…and I’m thinking poor fella, no GCSE’s
In two years he’ll now be working in Macy Dee’s
Then- suddenly…Their vision chains to me- my head moves about trying to break it- but no…I can’t… they have seen me…- I talked- I laughed- I was human…
Dring!! Dring!! Times up!
Wow! Exams!- what a rush!