The Titanic

Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy Waves, of the North Atlantic. Birthed in the cradled of Belfast, A maritime giant, became crimsoned, By champions shattered tradition, An ironic omen presence to come. For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name Given to this colossus, the titanic. An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean Liners, refined and polished for the Privileged elite. A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire, No vessel could rival, this grand ladies, Opulence. The unsinkable legend survives even, From under the brimey fathoms depths. In the whispering wind echoes, carried Just above the foam and sprays watery Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken, Ice burg dead ahead. A sheer ice blade, is driven into the Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid On her maiden voyage. Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune, As the screaming chorus sings, Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets, Of the living dead. Abandon ship, women and children First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol, And man take seats reserved while Others are simply left empty. A once shinning star, is broken now In two, rivaling in pain, she the Grand lady, shutters, grasping for Some hold, but fates evil hand Pulls her beneath the frozen Angry sea. To rest at the bottom of titan's Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of Seaweed, and coral debris. Yet the Titanic still remains the Diamond jewel of the seven seas, Her mystery's beauty, a mystic Inspiring mankind to solve The questions that remain, Unanswered. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN HISTORICAL