Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I see Bottomless darkness.

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 bludgeoninmgs of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed. My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tear,

Looms but the Horror of the shade, the terrifying shadow is wandering.

And yet the menace of the years, there are future threats,

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. But I am not afraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, no matter how narrow the door I will walk through,

How charged with punishments the scroll, no matter what punishment I will bear .

I am the master of my fate: I am the master of fate,

I am the captain of my soul.