Jack Lain And The Three (Of course, I'm not a big gorgeous poet. So...)

This poem was spontaneously written yesterday. My lexics isn't rich at all, so the story may seem to be very simple

Jack Lain And The Three

And then they came
In twilight shadows,
In silent fame
Through summer meadows,
Without looks to recognize -
The Brave, the Kindest and the Wise.

The clouds wept
In moonlight dream,
The sky was wrapped
With one bright beam -
That moment lived for poets' rhymes,
And these were summer magic times.

Jack Lain was nine -
The age of myths,
When mystic sign
Or legend lives.
At window standing in the night,
He saw the trace of magic light.

And then they came
In thunder spark -
Two lords and dame
With eyes of dark.
Jack Lain had never seen before
Those winged angels of the lore.

"The Christmas night!",
The Kindest said.
"Take off your fright
And all things sad".
They nodded all with dreamy smiles -
The Brave, the Kindest and the Wise.

"And more", the Brave replied,
"Keep your mind in order:
The senseless ice (another side)
Melts into living water".
They nodded all with friendly smiles -
The Brave, the Kindest and the Wise.

And nothing did the Wise
Told Jack that summer night.
"He knows everything of ice.
He doesn't keep the very fright".
"But, Angel", Jack said with a thought,
"With certain purpose you were brought".

And then they flew
With slightest speed,
And Jack heard through
The rain and wind:
"We guard the people's dreams and smiles -
The Brave, the Kindest and the Wise.

When darkness spreads,
And lives, and wins,
In dragons' nests
With treasure sins,
We come from low weeping skies -
The Brave, the Kindest and the Wise".

And they were three
Like sacred ones;
They come to thee
For luck and chance.
And you may see when sun's to rise
The Brave, the Kindest and the Wise.