per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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national poetry month continues
nola
evcelt
Invictus

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 E. Henley

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I love that poem - its one of my very favourites. Honestly it has always been one of the things that has kept me grounded in the past few years..

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