dittotl

I think for now this shall have to do for my Bio a poem that has helped me through the darkest of times thus far.

INVICTUS

by

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.