Invictus
out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole
I think whatever Gods may be, for my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced or cried aloud
under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody, but unboun
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 straight the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul
William Ernest Henley