For my LA English class, I had to pastiche a poem. After looking around for a while, I decided to pastiche ‘Invictus’ by William Ernest Henley. I really like this poem, as it’s empowering and confidence-raising. So, here it is:
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.
And here’s my pastiche:
From the storm that eclipsed the sky
Dark as a night without bright stars
I thank all might that in me still lie,
with hope and trust I have come far.
In the darkness that had me lost
Despair had not come upon me.
Under a goal seemingly tossed
I may feel faint, but all paths free.
Beyond this place of wretchedness
Looms nothing but more misery
But failures that had me suppressed
Finds, and shall find, me still lively.
It matters not how far the stars
How supreme the corrupt regime.
I am in quest to go afar
I am in pursuit of my dream.
I think I did OK, but what do you think? Please leave me some comments! 🙂