Test Of Faith

The two hands move in sync-chrony,
The ticks' a melody;
The tocks' a symphony;
Together they spell the inevitable malady.

A single word all too simple;
A strand a blight.
A paragraph a pimple,
An essay a blight.

The knowledge gained-microscopic.
The memories left to fade.
Failure is the end of topic;
The grades are a lifetime's plague.

Everything available to begin with,
The end more ghostly than a wraith.
You are faced by the greatest myth,
You are examined, By the Test of Faith.