Invictus
(Written by William Ernest Henley)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from the pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquered soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Find, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate
How changed with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. - P79