The White Star pride of all ocean and sea.

Unfairly labelled ‘unsinkable’ was she.

As who knows what dangers waters hide.

Peril can strike with every wave and tide.

 

A fresh hope and start for many on board.

She left Southampton, as funnels roared.

Passenger’s classes apart with different aims.

Titanic took to the Atlantic shipping lanes.

 

As the decks went quiet, on that April night.

The stars where plenty, as the cold did bite.

With barely a murmur, a hushed kiss of death.

A monster appeared with its ice cold breath.

 

The bells did ring, above raised voice of crew.

It was soon realised the unthinkable was true.

Titanic was sinking, nothing could be done.

Lifeboats where lowered, deserting rats did run.

 

Titanic fired rockets and flares into the sky.

A passing ship was confused for the reason why.

The new distress signal was sent, an SOS code.

As now she was sinking, neath waters once rode.

 

The doomed Titanic was sinking fast, bow first.

As the chilled waters quenched a deadly thirst.

At a sickening angle amongst explosion and wave.

Titanic cracked and slid to her ocean bed grave