“Invictus”
By William Ernest Henley
From the darkness that shrouds me,
Black as the abyss from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my indomitable soul.
In the grip of challenging circumstances,
I have not flinched or cried out in pain.
Despite being battered by chance,
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this realm of fury and tears,
Looms only the Horror of the shade,
Yet the menace of the years
It finds me unafraid and unafraid.
It matters not how narrow the gate,
How harsh the punishments may be,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my destiny.
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