I was born Brazillia R. Kreep in Lizards Point, England, UK, October 31, 1756. The city was named after my great, great grandfather Brazillia L. Kreep. The “L” for Lizard, passed down through several generations. I am an author of dark ethereal poetry n’ prose. Presently, I write Gothic poetry as well as many little illustrated books such as Kreeplets, Kreepy Krumbs, Kreep Sakes, and the novel Parenthia Ghoste.
In e†ernity, The Kreep
FRIENDS T'BE eyes akin to angels tears your skin so radiant fluorite attire adorned black on black to dance in darkest moonlight thought we'd chat O this n' that share our murky trends friends t'be on virtual waves til sleep this life transcends
The Kreeps' Kreepy Krumbs - Vol. I offers ten deliciously dark poems which include odes to classic horror films such as Academy� award Best Picture The Silence of the Lambs and Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd.
The Kreep penned a tribute to one of the greatest serial killer films of all time The Silence of the Lambs.
when autumn comes to visit she brings an ancient sketchbook pauses t'tap the orange & yellows with her finger requests I whiff it here n' there smiles so when she tells me o how she steals a sunny thunder sprinkles it over trees thru earth beneath her watches as it dissolves into a sunset when autumn comes to visit she dances the tarantella whistles through leaves t'wave hello t'pumpkin heads nestled 'round n' 'round when autumn comes to visit she kisses me too tender apple sweet and sugar candy there t'smell wood burning branches clicking in the air when autumn comes to visit happiness envelops for my soul is fed delicious with the changing of the guard
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