In 1912, we now do delve,
In waters impatient and restless,
On the tides, a liner rides
Unaware of what’s below this.
It left the land, strong and grand,
And sailed the North Atlantic,
What lies beneath, in waters deep,
unpredictable and frantic.
As it flows, it’s hunger grows,
And circles around steel prey.
Oceans entice, to traps of ice
To swallow in one wave.
They heard the collide, on starboard side,
As panic arose on deck.
They left the boat, children first,
As titanic seeped to wreck.
The ocean sighed, of loss of lives,
As the ship sunk to rest,
It didn’t grieve for the sunken dreams,
And took prisoners for it’s depth.