Invictus

Out of the night that covers me

Black as the pit from pole to pole

I think what ever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is blooding, but unbowed

Beyond the place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of shade

And get the menace of years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate

How charge with punishments the scroll

I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul.