Titanic tale

In the moonlight, soft and pale, a mighty ship set sail, the Titanic. Bold and grand, she kissed the waves with steady hand

Her decks were bright, her halls aglow, a world of riches in her flow

With dreams of crossing distant shores, she sailed beyond the ocean's roars.But in the night, so still and cold, a fate awaited, dark and bold. An iceberg loomed, a silent curse, the ocean's wrath, the universe

The crash, so sudden, sharp and loud, a moment lost, then chaos bound. The ship, once proud, began to break, the hearts aboard began to quake.Through freezing air, through bitter scream, a mother's voice, a lover's dream, the cries of souls too cold to hear, as death approached so near, so near

The lifeboats filled with precious few, while others prayed and held on true. In freezing waves, the hopeless sank, the ship so proud now blank and blank.The sailor's hand, a lover's kiss, the last embrace, a fleeting bliss

The stars above, they seemed to weep, as souls were swallowed deep, so deep. The ship went down, the night grew still, the oceans hot with iron will.The stars above, they held their breath, as all that lived now danced with death

In every wave, in every sigh, the Titanic's voice will never die. Her story lives, though time may part, a tale of love, of loss, of heart, of heart. So when the night is cold and white, and winds howl fierce upon the tide, remember those who met the deep, in Titanic's arms, they fall asleep.