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Welcome
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.



About
Name: Mallory Kate Jacks
Birthday: Febuary 11
Color: Red
Music: all that is good and easily recollected
Call: Veritas Vincit
Purpose: To give a completely honest review
of the life of yours truly.
Honesty is my policy.
Without honesty their is no truth.
Without truth I find no reason to live.
I find no reason to continue my search for "home".
So let us live on and continue gasping for breath.
"Love all, serve all, and create no sorrow".


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Sonnet Number Three
Sunday, April 05, 2009 6:43 PM

Your beloved eyes are undercover

The hopes of mine heart are soon forgotten

Memory is with my secret lover

As if my love was but a misbegott’n

 Come here, come here in the secret places

Come close and let no other win they heart

You’re  the beauty, uncompar’d to oth’r faces

I pray, my love, that we should’st never part

 You, my love, are liken’d unto Romeo

My lost lover who nev’r did’st know thy love

Thy heart twas missed by cupids brok’n arrow

My heart’s loss twas predestined from above

 My sequestered lone heart twill soon extol

Thy un-relinquished heart hath lost mine soul.

 

By:Mallory Jacks