Madman's Truth

• Timothy Penn, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

There is no glory under the sun
Perfect good has never been done
Without ideals we look to power
to find before our final hour
With no regrets we face our foes
our final deeds, our wondrous woes
And if we fall through deaths' black door
whether by sword, or whether with hoar
We great death as a friend,
And go towards our end.