A Lonely Nights Death

There once was a boy
Of only eleven
The thoughts in his head
Were still about heaven
One fateful night
A mistake was made
By the end of the night
Slain he laid

Through the forest
The boy did go
He went slightly swiftly
Certainly not slow
For on that night
He herd a howl
A whistling wind
An evil growl
It is surely not
The day of the reaper
It started slowly
Then ran much deeper
Running through the forest
On the light of night
The only thing to comfort him
Was his fright
He herd the man
They call death
Would this be
His last breath
He ran until he
Could run no more
Surely death
Was next in store
Then he herd
A familiar voice
Calling his name
What a choice
Death is smart
He has a brain
But he must think
Ive gone insane
But I will do
A surprise attack
He ll be shocked
He wont fight back
So then the boy
Drew his knife
He had to fight
To save his life
He ran out
With a hardy yell
With a musket shot
He quickly fell
Then the town
Mourned their mistake
The life of the boy
They did take