Alexios

His eyes full of terror,
slowly moving, but nowhere to go,
wound up so much he could pounce,
fear and hatred washing over him like a bad odour,
The strings on his helmet are as red as the blood of his victims.
His mind lost in the past,
struggling to find a way to be freed of his punishment,
their scream searching deep into our souls,
but his legs are full of adrenaline
fighting the negative that is building up inside of him.
Alexios is ready.