halloween poem for kid

by the shore, by the sea
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
gone are the three, those sisters rare
he's gone
and with the humming bird
sleep, gray brother of death
through the broad earth's aching breast
the sun is up
night was black and drear
there is an hour of peaceful rest
above them all, looking down
the agony of having too much power