The White KnightS'

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Undefeated


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 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 (1849-1903)

For more on deciding your own fate, try one of the Fortune Cookies offered by Book of Tales' magical restaurant 'Le Bistrot du Porc'.


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