(1918-2013)
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 circunstance
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."
Ernest Henley
