IF ONLY....

{GOD HAS PUT US WITH THIS TRAVESTY,
TO REMIND US ALWAYS OF HIS MAJESTY}

The mighty unsinkable machine moved as a graceful lady through the night,
while those on deck could have never foreseen the reflection of death within their sight.

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Beauty and grace were given to all who rode her, men, women, and children.
Her elegance would soon become a home for the rust.
The comforts and pleasures which were her pride,
would be the comforts and pleasures of dust to dust,
for all who chose this maiden ride.

Her mighty rumble against the waves was her sign to keep all clear.
Safety was the owners rave reassuring all not to fear.
But she slipped and fell to the ringing of the bell,
as one did not move from her way.
Those at fault would proceed through hell,
as there in the cold she stayed.

Oh, how it must have been for those who cried, and wept,
watching her grace slide away.
Their loved ones crying out as water crept,
while she slowly entered her grave.

I wish that history could play another part,
and release this memory now of her rusted upright bow.
Let us say that the icy shine that broke her spine,
was never there to start.

Oh, if only it could be, if only.
Then all this speculation would cease,
and we all could possibly see,
that she needs to rest in peace.