The Queen Poem by Candace Johnson

She was a queen among peasants,
The best of her kind.
Nothing could sink her- the unsinkable.
However, unsinkable was not what fate had in mind.

As she set out upon her maiden voyage,
Her well-wishers had tears in their eyes
At the joy of seeing such a grand beauty embark;
It was all they could do to stifle their cries.

'Titanic, ' the whispered her name reverently.
The mourned the loss of her to foreign soil,
And celebrated the majesty
That was born from sweat and toil.

She was a queen among peasants,
The best of her kind.
Nothing could sink her- the unsinkable.
However, unsinkable was not what fate had in mind.

The voyage began with smooth sailing
That all were sure would stay,
But they had forgotten
Fate had not yet had it's say.

The earliest part of the morning,
Or the latest part of the night,
The Queen met a fierce opponent
That could not be seen for lack of light.

She was a queen among peasants,
The best of her kind.
Nothing could sink her- the unsinkable.
However, unsinkable was not what fate had in mind.

The great Queen ship rocked and rattled
Before finally splicing in two
By the invisible Ice Queen,
A glacier, who prevailed threw and threw.

A new mourning started
For the Queen who lies in the deep sea
and for those who lie with her.
May ever peaceful they be.