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