The End of Days

Her research complete

Done with care; quite discrete

By the light of the moon

The spirits did commune

From the tomes of the old

Events were foretold

Secrets revealed

From documents sealed

That on a Samhain night

When conditions were right

That a spell be performed

One to open a door

With the veil already thin

A thing ushered in

In disguise as a human

It’s suit of illusion

As to walk without notice

Then control with hypnosis

Sheep; known as people

Won’t see the evil

That the darkness would bring

Once released from her ring

Candles burning in a circle

Herbs and some charcoal

Symbols in white

That glow in the night

Lengthy the verse

As it was meant to disburse

All things goodly and true

So the dark could come through

In Latin and Greek

The woman did speak

Chanting out loud

Under her shroud

Calling the beast from beyond

The apparition appeared

An old man with a beard

Materializing from the gloom

Negativity filled the room

Late was the hour,

As she welcomed the power

Her reading stayed focused

The early prognosis

To let the spirit gain purchase

Heard voice from the churches

Not a prayer being spoken

The spell stayed unbroken

The pledge made with fire

For events to transpire

Her blood sealed the pact

A contact for the final act

No fear in her eyes

As she conjured and scryed

Gaining strength as she spoke

The room filled with smoke

Done with intention

A darkened deception

The ghastly figure taking form

Pulling night like a raging storm

Gathering darkness for pleasure

With pendulum and raven feather

Candles burning all around

Echoes of the demon hounds

Her script nearly complete

Pounding heart beat

As the final sentence loomed

By stone and staff

Heart of a calf

Black winged bird

Potion since stirred

Salt, wine, and iron

To quench my desire

Nails from a coffin

It’s time for your crossing

Dirt from a grave

Dung from a cave

Sacred water

Blood from a daughter

A hundred generations passed

Now finally, at long last

The Night Walker has arrived

Darkened soul revived

Sulphur struck to cause a flame

She’s blinded by her coming fame

Stronger than she’s ever been

Fueled by centuries of sin

Ready now to take her place

By his side; in his space

His bride to be

Finally free

To ravage

To savage

To punish men unmercifully

End of Days

The bearded man

Finally stands

Form completed

His vision greeted

By the girl; once so shy

Too bad she’ll soon die

Her power just a ruse

To keep her confused

The thoughts in her mind

Slowly unwind

And the terror unleashed

She sees in this beast

Tricked into being

Clouded to seeing

That she brought forth the Beast

Once thought deceased

From the pits down below

Where the fires did glow

Souls torn apart

The source of black arts

His flesh turning red

Eyes of the dead

Teeth growing longer

Nails getting stronger

Now she must sacrifice

The final step for the Rite

Kill herself to give him life

Do so with the sacred knife

In this final hour

He’ll cement his power

The mayhem of Hell

Come to earth by a spell

And a girl with ambition

Might finish the mission

Follows blindly while in his gaze

She welcomes in…The End of Days

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

6 thoughts on “The End of Days

  • October 31, 2017 at 3:36 PM
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    Shivvvvverrrring! Wow, Ralph – this is intense and so expertly penned, by a master poet. I love it!

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  • October 31, 2017 at 3:38 PM
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    PS: Is that an image of Hell’s Gate, or … hmmm, I cannot remember the name, but have seen it before. It continuously burns since forever.

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  • October 31, 2017 at 6:14 PM
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    Love it Ralph, so dark and chilling. Great use of words and phrasing to emote the feelings of apparitions and manifestations of the dark kind. great work.

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  • October 31, 2017 at 8:34 PM
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    Awesome piece Ralph. The ritual, the setup the whole story, great work, very dark and chilling my friend. Awesome pictures too.

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  • November 3, 2017 at 6:23 AM
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    You are the master of horror my friend -of course I mean that in a good way…lol…

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