Poem - 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 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 punishment the scroll, i am the master of my fate: i am the captain of my soul.