Night on the Atlantic
All quiet on the Atlantic,
people all so frantic.
Into the deep of the cold,
a punishment for the bold.
They said she was unsinkable,
the mere concept unthinkable.
On a quiet Atlantic night,
souls are in a fright.
The last message has been sent,
the remaining time nearly spent.
The shield meant to defend,
will now be their end.
For tonight there will be screams,
all of them broken dreams.
Into the deep they will sink,
never again will we think.
It’s unsinkable they said,
but now all of them are dead.
Another small poem writen to a soundtrack from a movie. Can you guess what one?
