Mask of Agamemnon

Vainglorious, proud, out to avenge a sacred wrong,
With every assurance from kith and kin
That his action was not only noble but holy,
He boarded the machine burdened with death.

Within his trojan horse, he came upon their masses.
At his signal, fiery mayhem burst forth,
And, in an instant, all was laid to waste, he as well.
Heads, arms, legs, and trunks, strewn about in chunks.