(05-14-2015, 11:18 AM)Bakyn Wrote: I've remembered this thread.Reminds me of the immortal poem, Invictus, written by Henley (who faced more than his share of travails). Stiff Upper Lip, wot?Â
Hmm.
Here's something i've written today, not been a very good past couple of days, and it needs some revisioning and editing.
...
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
..
It matters not how strait the gates,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul