The Sinking of Titanic Poem

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On April tenth, in Nineteen Twelve,
A mighty ship set to delve,
The Titanic, grand and bold,
A marvel of its time, we're told.
Passengers with dreams so high,
Boarded the ship with hope in eye,
A voyage across the vast blue sea,
A journey filled with mystery.
The Captain steered, the crew worked fast,
Through icy waters, the ship sailed past,
But fate had plans, unforeseen,
As the Titanic met a massive scene.
An iceberg looming in the night,
A fatal blow, a tragic sight,
The ship's hull breached, it began to sink,
A crisis that none could truly think.
Screams and cries filled the air,
As lifeboats launched with utmost care,
Women, children, men so brave,
Struggling to survive the icy wave.
As the Titanic sank beneath the tide,
Many lost their lives, unable to hide,
Heroes emerged, selfless and bold,
Amidst the chaos, stories untold.
The night was long, the cold was harsh,
As the Titanic succumbed to the marsh,
A legacy born, a lesson learned,
A tragedy that still leaves hearts churned.
Today we remember, with solemn grace,
The souls who perished in that fateful place,
The Titanic, a ship of grandeur and fame,
Forever etched in history's name.
So let us never forget the tale,
Of a ship that met a tragic trail,
A reminder of our mortality,
And the unforgiving sea's brutality.