Aelian

Aelian, you have such a strange name It haunts me in this senseless game While I drive with a blinding flame You hide under layers of sublime. Your tactics intrude my mind But you walk a path of wind Trails in the trees unwind And a fire becomes your spine Burning between your legs As you step to the outer edge And realize, where you are. "...who's got your book?..." Playing in the lattice of spacious Are a cats most curious places Watching as you untie laces Matching all your cards to faces Tapping to the keyboards clatter Typing to be free from bother Writing into dreams of better Wishing on the falling of stars Hoping, to know who you are. Aelianus Sublimeus Tacticus I'd like to hear...Your Full Name. "...Hadrian, had I not run..." "I prefer Sun Tzu myself ;o)" I prefer Ars Amatoria,...O! are we vivid; yet? lol. X