The Red Eye To the Soul

Here I stand sweat dripping off my nose as I bounce my axe in my left hand, blood slides off the blade. They tell me my eye turn crimson when I’m like this, another stain in the snow. A flash to the left, shift to the right as I concave their chest, blood splashing upon my lips. Tearing my weapon out of the cavity I created I rip the jaw from the next unfortunate. They tell me my eyes turn red when I’m like this, another stain in the snow. I lick the back of my hand after I remove a part of this skull and bury the spike on my elbow just under the ribs of the one behind me, more blood splatters my chest. They tell me my eyes tinge with blood when I’m like this, another stain in the snow. I deflect the weapon of someone I let in to close and snap into his throat with my teeth, blood spraying my face, and as I lick my lips my axe severs a head, body toppling to the ground. They tell me my eyes scream blood when I’m like this, another stain in the snow. My chest heaves as I shoulder through the front line, grabbing the neck of some malcontent. Using his body as a projectile I pin his companions beneath it. Tossing my axe into the back of one fleeing I draw daggers and hunker down to clear a path for my brethren shredding flesh, creating a crimson mist upon the battlefield. They tell me my eyes bite into the soul when I’m like this, another stain in the snow. And as I rise, blood dripping from every angle upon my body I feel the calmest I’ve ever been. Bathed in blood I’ve found solitude. They tell me my eyes burn with savagery when I’m like this but I’m just another stain in the snow.