As the belle heads across the sea

The search for serendipity

Allows for one to lose his card’nal way

Through bitter cold and open skies.

Of all the words one could devise

“Unsinkable” belies this faithful day

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At eleven the news was sent

A rogue iceberg had put a dent

In her royal majesty’s sacred hull

The boats were drawn and fearful crowds

Bounded atop her caving bow

At last the status quo wasn’t so dull

By half past two sept-cent remained

The water shone with gore’s red stain

The world would no longer be the same

Yet with a bane comes unity

It is now easy for one to see

How to ricochet from what was once shame