Almost 30

out the night that covers me
black as the pit from pole to pole
i thank God whatever may be
for my unconquerable soul
in the fell clutch of circumstance
i have not winced nor cried aloud
under the buldgeoning of fate
my head is bloddy but unbowed
looms but the horror of the shade
and yet the menace of the years
find and shall find me unafraid
it dosen't matter how strait the gate
how charge with punishment th scroll

i am the master of my fate
i am the captain of my soul



(invictus)