Black as the pit from pole to pole,
7 of Disks (“Failure”)
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
10 of Wands (“Oppression”)
Under the bludgeonings of chance
Wheel of Fortune
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
9 of Wands (“Strength”)
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
8 of Cups (“Indolence”)
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
7 of Wands (“Valour”)
It matters not how strait the gate,
7 of Swords
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.