Blood Spills Through Time
By
Anthony Bernstein
Blood spills through time
eternally it drips
down centuries blind
stalking eons yet ranged
Blood spills through time
eternally it flows
from temples and shrines
staining monarchs and lords
Blood spills through time
eternally it slips
through lips red and wet
parted in crimson smiles
Blood spills through time
eternally it spews
across stellar seas
to where fertile globes roll
Blood spills through time
eternally it drips
like tears of vermillion
down the torn cheeks of man
Blood spills through time
eternally it flows
past lovers and loathing
sowing envy and rage
Blood spills through time
eternally it slips
down blasphemous alters
through the Vatican gates
Blood spills through time
eternally it spews
flooding cities and towns
blood spills through time
Stygian Night
No shadows are cast
on this stygian night
No silvery orb
to lend luminous favor
No shimmering horn
by which angels may steer
Nor fair concubine
to stave off this mad winter
No chance for redemption
but burning desires
No wings for the Phoenix
nor starscape to soar to
No muse to inspire
no verse to delight
Nor song to lull sweet
through this stygian night
Anthony Bernstein is a writer of strange poems and tales, also nonfiction. Bernstein is an accomplishment musician, beginning his writing journey as lyricist for his edgy Rock bands. Originally from NYC, in the mid-nineties Bernstein moved to Providence RI, land of HP Lovecraft. His writing appears in many publications, including Space and Time, Rhysling Anthology, PanGaia and the now defunct Cthulhu sex magazine.
By
Anthony Bernstein
Blood spills through time
eternally it drips
down centuries blind
stalking eons yet ranged
Blood spills through time
eternally it flows
from temples and shrines
staining monarchs and lords
Blood spills through time
eternally it slips
through lips red and wet
parted in crimson smiles
Blood spills through time
eternally it spews
across stellar seas
to where fertile globes roll
Blood spills through time
eternally it drips
like tears of vermillion
down the torn cheeks of man
Blood spills through time
eternally it flows
past lovers and loathing
sowing envy and rage
Blood spills through time
eternally it slips
down blasphemous alters
through the Vatican gates
Blood spills through time
eternally it spews
flooding cities and towns
blood spills through time
Stygian Night
No shadows are cast
on this stygian night
No silvery orb
to lend luminous favor
No shimmering horn
by which angels may steer
Nor fair concubine
to stave off this mad winter
No chance for redemption
but burning desires
No wings for the Phoenix
nor starscape to soar to
No muse to inspire
no verse to delight
Nor song to lull sweet
through this stygian night
Anthony Bernstein is a writer of strange poems and tales, also nonfiction. Bernstein is an accomplishment musician, beginning his writing journey as lyricist for his edgy Rock bands. Originally from NYC, in the mid-nineties Bernstein moved to Providence RI, land of HP Lovecraft. His writing appears in many publications, including Space and Time, Rhysling Anthology, PanGaia and the now defunct Cthulhu sex magazine.
