THE TITANIC

Floating on the blue waters like a pearl With the beauty of venus Waiting for the cupid to strike Anchored in the harbour of Southampton And looking towards Newyork With the Atlantic in between Giving a complex to the Californian and Carpathia It sure was a rising moon in the blue sky And a twinkling star on the black tar of night Its mercurial movements to be controlled by captain Smith Was it a beauty or a beast For it looked like a chunk of coal at times Boarded by souls looking for new pastures With pride in their eyes and promises in their hearts Plans in their minds and prayers on their lips Leaving their loved ones behind Little did the Titanic knew that its last passenger was Pluto With his magic spell steering her to carry Innocent lives towards the jaws of death The tip of the iceberg unearthing watery graves To bury their dreams under the cold water of the Atlantic Leaving behind some crying hearts Shocking memories and spine chilling tales Becomming deathbed for scores of souls To lie in the seabed in peace with pluto