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...