Beneath the veil of endless night,

Where stars fall silent in their flight,

I walked alone through storm and flame,

Yet held my soul, untouched by shame.

Chains may rattle, skies may fall,

But I will rise through it all.

I am the fire the dark can’t tame,

The whispered breath that speaks my name.

Though shadows stretch and fate may frown,

I wear no crown, yet bow to none.

Invictum — still I stand,

With burning heart and open hand.

The gates of pain have known my tread,

The winds of loss have howled and bled.

But deep within, a silent drum,

Beats the march of what’s to come.

Storms may blind, the world may bend,

But I will fight until the end.

I am the fire the dark can’t tame,

The whispered breath that speaks my name.

Though shadows stretch and fate may frown,

I wear no crown, yet bow to none.

Invictum — still I rise,

With thunder blazing in my skies.

No hand has written all my days,

No god, no ghost, no wall of praise.

The night is deep, the light is mine—

Unconquered soul by my design.

I am the fire the dark can’t tame,

The final word, the silent flame.

Though death may knock and time may call,

I leave this world unbound by all.

Invictum — I remain,

A voice unbroken in the rain.

"Invictus"

by William E. Henley

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 captain of my soul."