There is not
a single dream that would
The ship of Dreams,
She died a maiden,
hitting the edge of a cold hearted beast
her vengeful soul dragged the rest to their watery deaths as well
It lasted through the night,
souls collected one by one
negative two degree,
news splashed on the covers of papers.
2340, a new day had yet to begun.
It never left a physical mark on time,
but a scar on those that lost
The sinking went down in history on books,
but never on time herself.