Invictus

[coffeehound]

Was one of my Dads favorites....

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.

~William Ernest Henley

[soloist]

Unbroken, shatterproof will in spite
of life's attempts to sway one's
direction toward the conf-
ines of doubt and the
unknowing to pro-
mote fear? Tr-
uly one of
pride.

(nice poem...)

[Diabolique]

That was very nice, Gary!!!!