Invictus

Out of the Darkness 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 or cried aloud
Under the buldgeonings 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 straight the gate
How lined with punishments the scroll
I am the Master of my Fate...
I am the Captain of my Soul.