The taste of Invictus is that of unfiltered bliss

An addictive acrid dulling to a perpetual sweet

Candied honeycomb for the battle worn

Rubicon lingers on the buds of the tongue

As a florid crown bursting with laurels

Whose leaves cling, indiscriminately

To the weary foreheads dew

Stoic tokens, not of superiority—

But of blithe cunning

Reiterating Shakespearean imperatives

Humility is indeed a faithful shield

Until the long night comes when all else fails

Let the Great Wars of man be won, instead

By those who wield swords of unconditional intellect

Question not the reckoning of the befores and afters

Nor the what if’s

That which lies beneath thee

Let the lesson be to the casualties, asunder

Embalmed now in the inimitable charm

Of inevitable regret

Death will come eventual, to those below

To collect it’s rent

a. duncan, 2019


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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

7 thoughts on “I N V I C T U S

    1. Thank you! I was amazed when I’d discovered it recently. I considered myself rather well read, but the Henley piece had somehow slipped through the cracks. It’s so appropriately powerful. I felt inspired to respond. I’m pleased you knew the reference right off the bat! ♥️♥️

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