halloween poem for kid

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
from floor to ceiling
the hypocritic days
she said
all those treasures that lie
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
the long resounding marble corridors
stern cold man
this is the song of youth
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
had he and i but met
no prey am i of poor thoughts