Invictus William Earnest Henley
Out of the night that covets 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 & tears
Looms but horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.