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 the scroll

I am the master of my fate

I am the master of my soul

by: William Ernest Henley

The Raven

This is a bird with great intelligence, it can do everything possible in its power to survive. But it is also a scavenger who can't be trusted all the time. And it is very mysterious and very hard to figure out. But I love this bird very much unconditionally, and I can't think of reason that this bird will ever be forgotten. I love this black bird. And this black bird would love me if I was a bird because I truly understand it.............. THE RAVEN