“I saw the trailer for Invictus when I rented Sherlock Holmes from Redbox. I never watched the movie, but I didn’t realize it was actually a poem from the infamous William Earnest Henley. I don’t think he was infamous, but it sounds good.

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 Ernest Henley”

submitted by Yaw (wearing his very wise and dulcet-toned rantpants)

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comment by Liz - according to wikipedia (aka thesupremeauthority), the poem was one in a series entitled Life and Death (Echoes).  deepness.