Victimus Poem by G, E. Gorfu

Within the abyss that engulfs me,
Pit dark from pole to pole,
Why should I thank the gods that be,
For my fragile and broken soul?

After this place of wrath and tears
I do not care whatever may come
Am I the captain of my ship,
As fate dictates and I succumb?

In the fell clutch of circumstance
Yes, I did wince, and screamed aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of fate
My head is bloodied and is bowed.

I care little of a straight gate
Or of a charged punishment scroll
I wish I knew who holds my fate
I hardly have any control.