results? what results? more like none.

Silence descended over the hall.
Solemnly,
everyone took theirs,
passed the rest down.

Reluctant,
yet Anxious,
she carefully selected hers from the stack
(let's give the rest the privacy they're due), and
passed the rest down.

Slowly,
she turned the paper over,
not daring to look
till the very last moment.

Her knuckles whitened,
her hands shook.
Her head slumped
as if praying for a miracle
(maybe, maybe, she was).
The tears came.

Cease,
they never did.
After all,
she tried her best
(or had she?)

Soon, the next stack came.
Another dagger
to her weakening morale.
Her head still bowed
(for she refused to reveal her red rimmed eyes),
she took hers, rather fearfully, and
passed the rest down.