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 circumstances

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 shades

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how straight the gate

How charged with punishment the scroll

I am master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul.