in a caged barbaric frenzy from a tale of long ago
there lived in desolation on a barren island
wolves in there own habitation
out of the fascination they would eat as scavengers in danger
often in peril a lost soul from the outer banks would land on its premises
alone and uncharmed he would rise to pillage
all of a sudden out of no where the wolves would come
long hanging viscous fangs that bite with fright dripping blood off side
there would be nothing left to the poor soul ***** up in maggot infested drool...
authorities got word that the island had these creatures on it
they had summoned a search party that would retrieve these brute beasts
it started to rain on the night that they first decided to search
darkened barren forest with the unknown residence
for the first couple of days getting stuck in a haze
but the brave men journeyed to capture these beasts
fire was brought in to light the path in the heat of the night
suddenly two eyes appeared & arose with fear
jumped on the militia men and frightened them
there was a toxic zombie look in the creatures eyes
the authorities wasted no time and rounded the beasts up
much to there surprise they were quite harmless after all
yet the order were announced to lock up the wolves
for many weeks would pass having every reason to grasp
the final decision was made an order to **** the wolves on spot
but I never forgot about where they were and where they came
a firing squad did the horrible deed & they were no more
yet there memory lingers on in poetry & song