Two Little Boys

For some inexplicable reason this poem came into my mind so strong. I hope it helps someone out there and doesn't hurt anyone. Two Little Boys Two little boys playing it the park, Neither boy saw it was getting dark. Two parents older than their years, After a lifetime of shedding tears. Both looking down on the double grave, Of two little boys they couldn't save. There was evil that night in the park, Where two little boys, played after dark. © Dave Timperley 23 August 2016 Could someone please tell me what style of poem this is so I can get it in the right frame? The I will delete this message. Thank you.