what seems to be the matter dear? why do you cry and shake with fear?
only have the dead dubbed me insane.
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
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