The Friendless Death

Quiet, foggy night,
No one is around,
Except for the lonesome body,
Lying on the cold, harsh ground.

They never meant for it to happen,
They thought it was a joke,
All they meant for it to be,
Was a Juvenal hoax.

But now their friend is lying,
Face down and covered with blood.
What have they just done,
To their friend lying now in the mud?

He had his whole life ahead of him.
He was going to get married in June
Now his fiance will learn of his death
Probably very soon.

Now they have to live with the fact,
They killed their own friend.
Will they fess up and take the blame?
That's for you to decide in the end.