halloween poem for kid

i've won the race
if the red slayer think he slays
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i made a vow once, one only
there are gains for all our losses
perhaps it is no matter that you died
beneath my window in a city street
see, from this counterfeit of him
night is dark, and the winter winds
over the river, on the hill
my mother taught me that every night
let me move slowly through the street
grieve not for the invisible
he came and took me by the hand