Hey. Here is a poem that I wrote a while ago about the actual Titanic and the tragedy that occurred on the night/early morning of April 14/15, 1912. (it hit on the 14th, sunk on the 15th). I have posted this poem before under my old alias, Melinda Belle, but I'm posting it again, here, in my new (sorta new) account. I really hope you like it I know it is not really 'fan fiction' but here it is anyway. I dedicate this to those who died that fateful night/early morning, those who lost their loved ones, people like "The unsinkable Molly Brown", who are heroes forever and those in peril on the sea.
Thank you, TFBL a.k.a Belle Elizabeth
Titanic Where It Is Very Cold...
Early April 1912 a boat was launched to sea
Many passengers on board people like you and me
Out into the Atlantic, where it is very cold
The ship set sail with many on board fare welled by young and old.
The first few hours were total bliss, like heaven on earth
On the Titanic's maiden voyage, her very own birth.
The rich talked, the poor danced, everything was fine
But alas on a tragic day, it was not to see the sun shine.
For something went wrong, that fateful night
Enough to give the boldest and strongest more than a fright
The mighty ship hit something big and tall
And for the hours to come there would be a desperate call.
For Titanic hit an iceberg, she started drowning in the sea
The people on board that ship were just like you and me
Some panicked about the mighty gash, some didn't even know
Some were already drowning in the water colder than snow.
The unthinkable was unfolding,
The unsinkable was sinking
The people still aboard the ship didn't know what they where thinking
They tried to find a lifeboat, a way to stay alive
Some would live to tell the tale,
More than half would not survive.
The ship was slowly sinking to the cold bottom of the icy sea
It was taking half the people-the people just like you and me
They didn't know why it happened or how they would get through
The saddest part about this tale, is that it's really true.
That ship did sail, with happiness all round
But little did they know, it would sink to the ground
The ground of the Atlantic, where it is very cold
Taking with it people and animals young to old.
So many untold tales, so many broken hearts
For an epic tragedy, that could have been avoided very fast
Memories, and happiness of people and pets young to old
Gone with the Titanic, to where it is very cold...