POEM : Invictus

Out of night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to poleI thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

Out of 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 circumstances
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 straight
The gate, how charged punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

The author is a student at Sonrise High School.

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