“INVICTUS”

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever God may be

For my unconquerable soul.

On the clutch or circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under  the bludgeoning 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 is the gate,

How charged with punishment the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.

Copy write by: WILLIAM HENLY