My poem shall be off of a 16th century, which I think takes place in the 1500s. About a peasant facing execution xd

"It was December 15th, 1535.
William, was facing execution, risking his life by running from the executors through one of the harshest blizzard of the year.
Fully out of energy.
He fell onto the sharp, bone chilling snow, burrying his body.
His mind was being stabbed by the glittery ice stones.
He gently froze to death, along with his strong spirit.
If only he didnt steal that one loaf of bread to feed his family.
"

I know, its dumb xD