Invictus
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 scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
by William Henley (1849-1903).
One question I do have though, is it his son that fails to claw his way out of his fathers looming shade/shadow or is it the shade he denies himself, or both? Assuming of course, this poem was in the mind of those who created the character?
I am Invictus! (I wish!) *SPOILER* (maybe)
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Anduin The Grey
, déc. 03 2012 02:50
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Posté 03 décembre 2012 - 02:50





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