Arctic Cold

I passed a Titanic Expedition at the Discovery Museum in Midtown today. This had me thinking about the real Titanic Story. Enjoy!

The arctic cold has an eerie chill. There is ice for miles and the waters still. I am the one who lurks in the deep. Unknown to the world, I like my beauty sleep. When intruders pass, I sink their glorious ships. The icebergs get the blame, I use your bones for toothpicks. When you feel a breeze, know I am there. Lurking the arctic sea of fear.