Parodies are not exactly common at Bewildering Stories, but they are far from unknown. This one takes a classic form; it allows the reader to see the original and the adaptive process in action. Readers shall decide for themselves whether the times or the poets have changed since the Victorian Era.

Defectus

by Edward Ahern

Invictus

1875

William Ernest Henley

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 bludgeoning 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.

Defectus

Adapted for modern times

Edward Ahern

Out of the night that covers me
Black as shit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my malleable soul
In the crotch grab of circumstance
As I winced and cried aloud
Evading the bludgeoning of chance
With helmeted head, unbowed.
Beyond a workplace of gossip and tears
Looms heat and a sunshade
And the medication for the years
Finds me doped and unafraid.
It matters not how expensive the toll gate
How charged with entitlements the scroll.
I am the muddler of my fate
I am the quisling of my soul.


Copyright © 2016 by Edward Ahern

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