In the four winds that swirl around,
The howling of a winter gale,
I see the me that I have found
And know I am invincible.

Don’t talk to me of happenstance
Or rose-glassed serendipity,
I stand before the great expanse,
Of this unfolding destiny.

Beyond the world I’ve brought to pass,
The joyless spectres of the grim,
Where soulless drones do live en masse,
And cower in the sight of HIM.

No matter what the world will bring,
You’ll know me and you’ll know this voice,
The melodies that I do sing,
Refrained, again; that is my choice.

After Invictus by William Ernest Henley

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