December 6, 2009
Victus
after Invictus (by William Ernest Henley)
Out of the night that covered me,
beyond the pit that claimed me whole,
I thank The God, alive eternally,
for my free and conquered soul.
Beneath fell weight of wrathful stance,
o’erwhelmed my spirit as a cloud;
but He bore the curse upon Himself,
His head was blooded; mine is bowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
loomed death and horror of the shade;
thank God He carried all my fears
and in His love I’m unafraid
It matters not how strait His gate,
How charged with punishments His scroll;
His blood has saved me from my fate;
He is the captain of my soul.