Sacred blood

In the gray sand he was one rock
Cut from a long extinct genetic stock
He alone had tasted the world's taint
Risen from martyr to the bloodied saint
Here he was tasting betrayal and death
Acidic prayers escaping his ragged breath
Against him stood the once noble horde
All he had was his faith and his steel sword
Fire raged in his once steadfast head
He knew here in time he would lay dead
So he readied his chosen stance
Ready to once more choose deaths dance
Here was his privilege to finally go and die
But first against these men he must purify
His own vengeance shall guide his blade
Here in oceans of blood would he wade
No power from heaven nor hell was his
Sweeping strikes and eyes showing the abyss
Against four hundred he stood and met
Blood price wrought and the bill set
Spattered in foes gore red and dark
Steel severing lives in striking arcs
His eyes and posture reflects his intent
No mercy found and no way to repent
Just bodies dropping in pools of blood
Fight churning sand into bloody mud
He needed no armor for his was hate
The horde knew this much too late
Into them he carved his own path
Trailblazing fueled by holy wrath
No man could meet his fiery glare
There was no man behind that stare
But a machine with a taste for the kill
And thirsty for the blood he shall spill
His mark was bodies and broken banners
His demeanor more of a predators manner
The horde gradually shrunk in size
No where close to seizing their prize
His mind broken he gave a laughing scream
The horde terrified of this nightmarish dream
But this was here on the waking plane
And now he was the saint of the profane
This holy horror needed no name
For this was the heavens light and hell's flame
The immediate area completely bloodstained
The sword and man dealing death and pain
Now only ten of the horde remained unswept
Against this paradox they fell and soon wept
His blade raised and twisted smile on his lips
Limps cracking swiftly like an overseer's whip
The bloody saint made of them mutilated wrecks
Disemboweled entrails and heads severed from necks
There he did truly die as day gave away to the night
And away from heaven's gate he broke his sight
Too much for the holy angels and their blessed wings
Too evil for the black pits where the damned sing
He was now beyond even creations total control
All at the cost of his battered and broken soul
For he was now Lord beyond death and life
Master of both the terms of paradise and strife
Bloodlust killed the martyred saint now a beast
On the blood of saint and heathen would he feast
Immortal for no angel or demon would take him
Beyond the divine will of God and Satan's whims
This was the being of the dark and icy fire
Blood saint now Sacri Strigoi the first vampire