showing a lone figure
drifting on the currents.
She stares up at the stars
listening to the screams
that surround her.
Hundreds of frozen bodies
bob in the blue waters
crying for a rescue
that would never come.
Slowly the hundreds
die down to seven souls
begging for mercy.
She floats in the icy water
with one hand holding onto life
whose grip was failing.
Looking out among the bodies
she sees the remnants of the night
the night she died.
Gently her fingers relax
on the locket she grasped
in her cold, cold hands...
The moon shines on the seas
showing a lone figure
bobbing in the sea.