Green w/ Envy

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. 



well i think that we are all in agreement that this poem you just read (i'm assuming you read it) was fantastic. maybe i like it so much because when i read it the voice in my head is Morgan Freeman's voice. i don't know how he manages it! he can make anything sound so epic. anyways the genius of the words written by William Ernest Henley (i had to look up his name) the words seem to strike a chord deep inside me. and i just want to go do something legendary.