I.

In the fires

Are forged

The weapons

of

Despair

Only truth

Cuts through

The ugly

There

II.

A friend

To all

Is not

A friend

To one

A person

All

Does not

Please

Oneself

III.

The tower

Is

A very lonely

Place

A power

Hard—

Impossible

to Place

IV.

When all

Great

People pass

Through Hell

Recognize the

Populace

Their

Banshee

Call

V.

The way

To knowledge

Rife with

Fear

Only the

Most tenacious

Conquer

Their

Failure

There