I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings

Jan 29, 2010 03:38

rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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yunami January 30 2010, 03:56:52 UTC
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 unbow'd.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Lies 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.

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tamacus March 5 2010, 21:02:38 UTC
Thank you, Liza.

That was empowering and beautiful.

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