The Aftermath

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 a pair of vixens
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Divas
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

- William Ernest Henley, Invictus, adapted


Well, okay, I winced. And cried aloud. And begged. And pleaded.

It was great.

-- Hulles