She lies silent, unmoving,
She lies broken, in pieces,
The keel resting upon sand,
Rusticles creeping, hanging.
She was the Queen, majestic,
She was elegant, beautiful,
Her song resonated across the ocean,
Her birth instilling awe.
Two thousand two hundred aboard,
Eight officers standing tall,
Countless number of crew,
All sailing Westwards to New York.
Cold and hard it floats,
Quietly waiting unseen,
Under cover of the night,
For the arrival of the Queen.
"Hard-a-starboard!"
Strong voice shatters the calm,
Blue eyes fixed ahead,
Into the looming berg of doom.
She screams and shudders,
Her hull plates splitting open,
Her wounds seared by saltwater,
The Atlantic rushing in.
Weight drags her down,
Bow tipping into frigid waters,
Those aboard scramble to live,
While the Queen moans beneath.
She fights to live,
Fights to stay,
But no longer could she bear,
And into half she broke.
Countless lives lost,
The cold claiming them,
The Queen herself falls,
Spiraling into nothing.
Yet the berg sits,
Silent, unseeing,
Still, unknowing,
The damage it has wrought.
The world laments,
The people wail,
The loss of the Queen,
Haunting, frightening.
Timeless, endless,
Beneath the dark she sits,
Ever and ever,
'Til she ceases to exist.
106 years,
Timeless, endless,
Because within our minds,
Titanic shall sail,
on and on,
and forevermore.