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
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
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Shivvvvverrrring! Wow, Ralph – this is intense and so expertly penned, by a master poet. I love it!
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.
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.
Awesome piece Ralph. The ritual, the setup the whole story, great work, very dark and chilling my friend. Awesome pictures too.
You are the master of horror my friend -of course I mean that in a good way…lol…
I guess I misse my calling – ha ha ha