An Account of Ebenezer Scrooge

One cold night

in mid winter snow,

the clock struck ten

as the fire brightly glow.

I settled down

as I began to retire

when a gust of wind

blew out the fire.

A dim blue light

flickered in the dark,

seconds later

it became a spark.

From that spark

formed an apparition,

I sat there frozen

beholding such a vision.

T'was an old friend

from years passed

but the curious thing was

he had breathed his last.

He had passed peacefully

at a ripe old age,

now you understand

why I found this strange?

His skin was pale

and his lips were blue

his frail, ghostly form

I could see straight through.

He pointed and spoke

"Your time has begun,

your chains are forged

by the wicked deeds you've done.

When the bell tolls one

expect more like me,

for you will be visited

by ghost one of three."

I straightened in my chair

as I scoffed and spat

"My old friend, Marley!

I cannot fathom that.

Always jesting

and fooling around,

I thought it had ended

When they put you in the ground!

Even in death

could you not be fair?

Oh my dear, Jacob

you're not even there!"

He turned and glided

into the night,

I watched as he went

as he swiftly took flight.

Then I decided

to retire to bed,

I needed to reason

with my bewildered head.

My candle was out

my night robe was on,

I awoke in terror

as the clock struck one.