I look warily upon the dark,frigid waters of the Atlantic,
and survey the fog shrouded icebergs,
bobbing lazily on the turbulent seas,
and wonder if our rickety old steamer can
safely navigate this icy passage.
My heart fills with terror,and
my stomach becomes tied in twisted knots
of mortal fear as one huge berg materializes
like a ghostly specter out of the mist.
Suddenly warning bells begin their eerie cacophony,
and I hear the thunderous crash of metal
upon solid,ungiving ice.
Frightened out of my wits I realize
that my worst fears have come to fruition,
as I slowly sink into the obsidian abyss
of the frozen,turbulent seas.
I take my last mortal breath upon this earth
and try my best to survive the sinking of the
mighty old steamer.
Donavon Scott Vinson