The suggestion for the OctPoWriMo prompt is a loop poem. This is a variant. I call it Serpent’s Tail.
There is no compassion,
passion for death replaces it,
fit only for townfolk.
Poke fun at their sentimentality,
reality is power,
cowering wildlife at your whim,
slim chance of escape all they get.
Yet you call yourself a guardian, arbitrator;
terminator’s not how you see your task,
ask any huntsman anywhere.