Elusive

Smack, splash!
That's the sound of fear raining down and the boy dropping cash
As he jets through the alley like it's a forty-second dash.
There's no time to reason, his instinct says run.
His body only seeks to evade the sights of another man's gun.
Death is no fun, it's a dish you don't want,
Evil from its origin, always on the hunt.
With the riches in his arms, in his bag, and pockets,
Eyes straining for light, but the enemy blocks it
And catches up like a homing rocket.
But he will not get the boy just yet,
As first the boy thinks his enemy forgets.
He doesn't see a tail and thinks he's free at last,
But then he checks his loot and it withers in his hands like grass.
Dreams broken like glass, cries bouncing off brass,
And at the end of it all, the enemy appears to harass
And laugh at the boy who thought he had what no man can keep.
Then to double death went the broken boy to sleep.