Invictus - Poem by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

Invictus - Poem by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

-Can we see the president's cell?
-Yes. Yes, of course.

Lord. Can you believe this?

Now. The number on the door. 46664...

...means he was the 466th prisoner
to be interned here in 1964.

We've done it up just the way it was.

Come with me.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

l thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

l have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of fate

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 punishment the scroll,

l am the master of my fate:

l am the captain of my soul.