halloween poem for kid

the meadow was creeping
white foam flower, red flame flower
made up of loveliness alone
of sun nor stars
let us pity those who are better off than we are
for these white arms about my neck
but i cannot read you now
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
gaily through the fields we danced
i make my shroud, but no one knows
i had over-prepared the event
let me be sad
leave the lovely words unsaid
long ago, in the young moonlight