Mad courage is frozen in cold, heavy steel,

Where every rivet’s a sentence of doom.

The hunger for power was all you could feel,

Defying the Heavens, making God’s room.

You claimed: "Nothing sinks this titan of might!"

But skies remained silent, keeping their peace.

You buried a cross in the hull, out of sight,

Condemning the giant to final release.

The dawn of the century. April. The quay.

The iron is breathing with colossus breath.

Leaving the Old World to sail through the sea,

Unaware of the closeness of shadows and death.

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​Through pitch-black darkness, crossing the deep,

Titanic was cutting the ocean’s tide.

In salons, the wine and the secrets they keep,

While far in the distance, a dream tried to hide.

Captain Smith stares at the velvet-black glass,

Convinced of the strength of the beast he commands.

But the ocean won't let such arrogance pass,