Erna was an 865 GRT coaster that was built in 1922 by Howaldtswerke, Kiel, Germany for German owners. She was seized by the Allies at Kristiansand, Norway in July 1946, passed to the Ministry of Transport (MoT) and renamed Empire Confederation. In 1947, she was sold to Cyprus and renamed Troödos. In 1952, she was sold to Costa Rica and renamed Burica, then another sale in 1953 saw her renamed Dmitris. In 1955, she was sold to Panama and renamed Cedar. She served until 1958 when she was scrapped in Hong Kong.
The ship was built in 1922 as yard number 660 by Howaldtswerke, Kiel.
The ship was 194 feet 6 inches (59.28 m) long, with a beam of 32 feet 9 inches (9.98 m) a depth of 13 feet 9 inches (4.19 m). She had a GRT of 865 and a NRT of 491.
The ship was propelled by a triple expansion steam engine, which had cylinders of 13 3⁄8 inches (34 cm), 23 1⁄4 inches (59 cm) and 38 3⁄16 inches (97.0 cm) diameter by 25 3⁄5 inches (65 cm) stroke. The engine was built by Howaldtswerke.
In Norse mythology according to the Eddic poem Rígsþula, Erna was the mother of eleven sons by Jarl, the ancestors of the class of warriors in Norse society. Her father was Hersir, a tribal chief.
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Erna is a genus of moths of the Noctuidae family.
Disregard the afterthought
No future lies dormant
These black painted stars and faint leprous skies
Peer out in scarred torment
But how bitter grace dawns them
Two eyes shocked and worn thin
Without mention of past or future's requiem
Torn from empty need
Though buried by lips of recourse
From light breaks a riven seed
And calls back the throe of remorse
The end of silence
Inhales the fragile side
The end of silence
Reflects on what's been tied
Hastened by the relevance
Whose seconds are tripled in esteem
Misshapen by regret
But crippled to redeem
A part that retires from mind
One vague moment in time
To covet a still life
And relive some half sight
Torn from empty need
Though buried by lips of recourse
From light breaks a riven seed
And calls back the throe of remorse
For all that's come
The advent of all that's come
And new words wrung
With new words and riddles rung
Atone the grief
Intone for all the grief
For self belief
For the wages of self belief
Embrace the absence
Tune back and look inside
At the end of silence
No plea can be justified
For all that's come
The advent of all that's come
And new words wrung
With new words and riddles rung
Atone the grief
Intone for all the grief
For self belief