A Christmas Carol Poem by Jasmine Smith

A Christmas Carol



He sat,
The fire spat.
His hands hovered over the heat.
A warmth fulfilled the room.

But.
A door rattled,
Floorboards shook.
Is it a monster?
No.

Chains hung loose,
Their penderance glowed.
It smiled.
Black, yellow.

It evoked me.
I'd hug my chair,
Eyes closed...
I opened them.

It escaped into the evanescence...

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It is a short poem, from behalf of the movie: A christmas carol.
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