Through waves she cut a mighty wake. A jewel upon the ocean. All aboard their lives forsake, none had the slightest notion. New lives for old,they'd all been told, no need for any panic. Across the sea they sped so bold, they sailed upon Titanic. Full steam ahead the orders read, with ice at every side. The jagged edge it stopped her dead, and ripped her open wide. Each one alone so far from home, their hopes and dreams all gone, They had no chance or cause for dance, but still the band played on. Fifteen hundred lost at sea, that was the final toll, they sailed into their destinys, god bless them every soul.
Reason for writing:
Written after watching the film Titanic.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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