The Kreep pens ode to Lovecraft

O’ Poverty thy wicked Cthulhu

O’ poverty thy wicked Cthulhu
Enchained a mind in coiled darkness
T’refute remarks n’ ruminations
In poetry n’ verse thus pending
As well quick a scribe’s bereavement
Malevolent feat indeed undone our author

O’ scarcity thy heinous Cthulhu
Threadbare wellbeing, better despair
Crush thy creator well your weight
Rip innards whilst no riches dwell
Curse the life obscurity n’ unaided
Lovecraft’s passing reaps return

O’ paucity thy odious Cthulhu
Neither headstone nor words printed
Nix bed t’sleep in restful slumber
Destitute the fate of Poe
Gone the extraterrestrial mythos
Vanished here forever more

In E†ernity,

Brazillia R. Kreep

Cthulhu (kə-THOO-loo) is a fictional cosmic entity created by horror author H. P. Lovecraft in 1926, first appearing in the short story "The Call of Cthulhu" when it was published in Weird Tales in 1928.

-Wikipedia

> Kreep's Korner

Love Lost

I let love go
Flew onto a windowsill
A whispered thought its wings
Not knowing where to soar
Grooming tattered feathers, it cooed at me
Tilted its head to get a better look
One last take of me
For love was never certain who I was
While the wind coaxes its departure
As it drifts upwards
Out above the world
Toward other hearts More certain

In e†ernity,
Brazillia R. Kreep

The Sadness

Sadness came to visit
Nestle in my chest
Whispered things t’taunt deep demons
Who played heartstrings with revenge
T’hear such notes, tears t’steep
O’ thy sullen eyes
Sadness knew
What sadness can
Thus told me t’beware
Sadness would return someday
If I didn’t heed
Melodies of madness
Such shattered hearts discern

In e†ernity,
Brazillia R. Kreep