INVICTUS

When I rediscover poems and works that I haven't seen in a long time, I get so thrilled and tickled with myself. Cheers to being a literary NERD. And fostering one in my own child.

Hello, Invictus, my friend, it's been since high school:

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.