In a scene of red
He stands
The last alive
Completely nude
Save the wolf pelt draped over him
Strange symbols in black, green, and blue
Permanent on his skin from his face to his feet
His axe in one hand
His spear in the other
So like his body
Covered in cuts and a layer of blood
He's unsure who the red liquid belongs to
The war rage was given to him
By a fungus and drink
And it fuels him
As more bodies run towards him
