Lock Up the Wolves

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 raped 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 kill 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