Archived Quote - 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.

in the fell clutch of 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 the gait,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
i am the master of my fate;
i am the captain of my soul.

Invictus, William Ernest Henley