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.
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