Although, Once I'd die, I'd be given another life, another that I can't control. One I can't escape.
I'd be condemned to this ever-lasting loop, as mercy. This was apparently the better outcome to what I'd have in store for me. He would surely have found something worse, something that would surely break me, something that would snap me in two, three, four and so on. Until I couldn't break anymore, until I was a useless, broken and impoverished thing.
I wish I could at least read the poem once more, than maybe, just maybe I could have what I wanted. But it's only a distant memory.
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 bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond the 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 straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
And I'm not even going to find out whether it's real or just a distant memory. If its actually magic and could grant my future, or if it was just a fairytale.
But I was a fairytale so what was the difference?
What could I possibly do anyway?
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Author here!
By the way I did not write the poem in this chapter, it's just one of my favourite pieces of creative writing.
The original poet however is
William Ernest Henley.
And the poem is called,
Invictus,
Which is latin for unconquerable.
So all credit should go to him.
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