By William Henley
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable 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
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul
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Page last updated: Jan 17 2021
COMMENTS
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DeadlyDreams
13:37 Jan 30 2021
nice
LordAlister
21:51 Mar 11 2021
A pleasant read. It thrills me to see that gentlemen still engage in poetry.
KONA
00:07 Mar 21 2021
Good Read Sir
SavantxDexSapience
14:42 Apr 25 2022
Love the prose!
LadyDancer
15:49 May 31 2023
very nice