Invictus (My Version)

Out of the light that glares on me--
That shines even through a black-hole--
I think of death of God to be
The best victory of my soul

Because of my profane stance
I must not preach nor shout aloud
Under the hatred of God's fans,
My head is ready, sound and proud

I have my share of shame and tears
Yet to death I am not afraid
And thus I know I have few peers--
Life shall find us never to jade

Nietzsche stands beyond the gate,
As Camus' rock starts to fall--
I become master of my fate
When I could see no final goal

To a Dog Named Hachiko

Isn't it "romantic"
To think of Hachiko,
Who faithfully waited
For his dead amigo
To arrive from the train--
With full loyalty,
Without bearing the pain
Others felt easily?

I'm touched by the story
Of this "heroic" dog--
(Wish I weren't human
But simply like this dog)

People wait for something--
For someone's coming back--
To save them from suff'ring;
And I wish them good luck

But if I were to wait
For someone dear to my heart,
It wouldn't be out of "faith"
But out of "Waiting-Art":
Going to a place
Where we usually meet,
Doing a dog-like gaze,
Though not a dog-like sit