Invictus

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods maybe
For my inconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstances
I've not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is buried but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath 'n 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 punishment, the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.