The Victims Who Died As the Titanic Sank
The sea had been blue since they were born,
But, before that, only the god could tell its color;
Now, a crimson vacuum, filled with blood,
And in it, they lay, longing for tomorrow.
Tomorrow would not come their way,
But would be buried with them under sea;
Sunrise would not be an orange gem,
But a black moon,
Staring into their closed eyes.
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