What is this poem about?
invictus
by: william ernest henley
out of the night that covers me,
black as the pit from pole to pole,
i 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 gait,
how charged with punishment the scroll,
i am the master of my fate:
i am the captain of my soul.