Another Titanic

ANOTHER TITANIC A wounded ship. A worried crew. Frightened passengers. No way out. A frightened herd stumbling about, panic in their eyes, panic in their hearts. Four musicians stand alone. watching as the disaster rolls. “Play something lively.” the leader calls, “A tune we played before the berg.” In perfect harmony they play on. A lively waltz. A perfect score. A tune befitting this tragic storm. From the mist of peril and doom appear new faces pale and blue. Fierce eyes set in white sharp teeth ready to bite. Ageless ones without a soul, beautiful creatures who never grown old. Lost souls who never sleep wait as frightened sheep bleat. In living death they are strong, captured forever in death’s song. Little ones, innocence lost, crave the taste of a new host. Grown men trapped in immortal clothes rush to feed in rapturous throes, while smiling maidens faces alight seduce the living into eternal night. And the waltz plays on and on. A song of delight for those of the night, for those who have forsaken all, to live on the creatures of the dawn. Frightened cattle flee the depths unaware of this new death. Still the waltz plays on a background for the murderous song. A dying ship with a dying crew Dying passengers and survivors few. Still the waltz plays on and on until the end has come. Silence comes as a deafening roar. A thousand lost angels. A hellish choir. With none left to tell the terrible tale the beasts turn on the musicians four, to close in for the final ‘Good Night’. In the saddest voice that ever was heard their leader cries in solemn tones. “Gentlemen the pleasure has been all mine. Nearer My God to Thee.”