Feb 7 in General discussion
Invictus - William Ernest Henley
"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 circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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 strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul."
Easily one of my favourite poems of all times. It embodies the stoic mentally. No one if coming to save you. Good. As long as I have myself. Lets fucking go!
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Invictus - William Ernest Henley
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