His Dark Subject Materials

by Raser

This is not actually a parody of His Dark Materials which is an excellent book. This is a parody of the poem taken from John Milton's Paradise Lost written inside Northern Lights. Not sure why, seemed like a good idea at the time.

A/N: I do not own His Dark Materials or Paradise Lost. I have never fully read Paradise Lost or studied it, so I apologise if I am missing the point.

Into this wild abyss,

The womb of education and perhaps her grave,

Of neither chalk, nor board, nor pen, nor paper

But all these in their pregnant causes mixed

Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,

Unless the almighty exam maker them ordain

His dark subject materials to create more exams.

Into this wild abyss we, the wary fiends,

Now stand on the brink of our high school hell

And may look a while

Pondering our voyage.