The Last Quiet Cry.

As the world
Casted the dark coves
That shore wished upon…
The entity of Death lives
Upon this very shore, unborn.
Warping rivers tarnished
Us all, as we, solemn, nearing further,
Are in the givens of cruel fate (oh, fate,)
That from here—we possess
The mercies of waters in the air,
Voices shown away, withered upon valance, the hues of a moaning
Sorrowful sea expanse (away from cold stone)
That tears have gone through, old
From a crisp unseen eye
With cold breaths to belie the
The passage of the expanse,
To lead the last quiet cry.

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A/N: Poem about the Titanic.

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