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
A twilight stroll as Friday night lights exploded upon the dark sky…It took some time for me to thaw out after this whimsical dusky ramble, all I could think of to get through the closing of the day was to think like an athlete lining-up for his last play…I siphoned every bit of spirit, consciousness, passion, hard work and will I had in me.