The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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And prows that once were bright
With rainbow stains wear only Death's livid, dreadful white. White as the ice that clove her That unforgotten day, Among her pallid sisters The grim _Titanic_ lay. And through the leagues above her She looked aghast and said: "What is this living ship that comes Where every ship is dead?" The ghostly vessels trembled From ruined stern to prow; What was this thing of terror That broke their vigil now? Down through the startled ocean A mighty vessel came, Not white, as all dead ships must be, But red, like living flame! The pale green waves above her Were swiftly, strangely dyed, By the great scarlet stream that flowed From out her wounded side. And all her decks were scarlet And all her shattered crew. She sank among the white ghost ships And stained them through and through. |
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