Out of the night
that covers me
black as the pit
from pole to pole
I thank whatever
GODS
may be
for my
soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not
nor
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is
but
unbowed
Beyond this place of
and
Looms but the
HORROR
of the
Shade
and yet the
MENACE
of the years
Finds and shall find me
unafraid
It matters not
how straight
the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
of my fate
I am the
Captain
of my
soul
