Invictus Anima Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Out of the minds that malice me,
And the grave that craves for my soul,
I hail the being that has been
There waging my unseen battles.
I shall lose not a strand of my hair,
Nor will I fall off your velvet care.

Though the bars be blind as my eyes,
Against the arrows that wing day and night,
And nightmare may anticipate my bed,
To menace my sleep with frightening faces;
My lids shall locked firmly at her face,
My rest shall float on your silken grace.

Come what may tomorrow,
My heart has no shelter for sorrow,
Knowing that I am the apple in your eyes,
Out of the darkness of passing time,
I will rise and rise and rise,
And never be quaked by ghost lies.