Into the night that feels so bare,
I look for a glimmer of resilient hope,
The force of laughter is so void, its all a guise for this heavy soul
We wander through a lifetime of riddles
We search for an elusive pot of gold
I wait for no one to walk this path,
I walk it, on my own
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
