Author's note: I was inspired by Sylvia Plath's Metaphors poem/riddle. I wanted to write a poem for something like this since drawing a picture would've taken years (I don't have such a luxury and am pressed for time).
The seven of us at first,
Hellish creatures we faced on,
Even darkness we feared not,
Kindness and compassion fled,
In our hearts burned a fury,
Never knew what was in store,
Slaughtering them was no chore,
Lay, bloodied bodies, lay down,
A righteous thought, a damned guilt,
You never knew what we'd do,
Ill fortuned ones to hold them,
Never withhold them from us,
Gore not glory you will face.