INVICTUS In Memory of Glen Harlan Hutchinson In Memory of Helen Marilyn Thomson Hutchinson In Memory of Craig Randall HutchinsonHutchinson INVICTUS By William Ernest 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. INVICTUS (Modified) In Memory of Glen Harlan Hutchinson Out of the night that covered him, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, He thanked whatever gods may be For his unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance He did not wince nor cry aloud. Under the bludgeons of chance His head was bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Found, and always found him, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, He was the master of his fate; The captain of his soul. INVICTUS (Modified) In Memory of Helen Marilyn Thomson In to the day that covered her, Bright as a Star from pole to pole, She thanked God for being there For her unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance She had not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeons of chance Her head was bloody, but unbowed. Beyond the place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Found, and always found her, unafraid. It mattered not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, She was the master of her fate; and the captain of her soul. Thank you for: Touching, Giving, Sharing, Helping, and Loving Craig, Kristi, Markus, Anja INVICTUS (Modified) In Memory of Craig Randall Hutchinson Out of the night that covers him, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, He thanked reality's god For his unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance He wince and cry aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance His was 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 him, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, He was the master of his fate; He was the captain of his soul. Another Invictus website