halloween poem

when night drifts along the streets of the city
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
you are my companion
stuff of the moon
my soul is a dark ploughed field
did you ever hear of
over the river, on the hill
who will be naming the wind
master of human destinies am i
a mile behind
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
some one complained to the master
looking beyond
he's gone