Poetry : Invictus by William Ernest

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 theContinue reading “Poetry : Invictus by William Ernest”