Blinking,
Almost pulsating
The hypnotic blast of the cursor
Like a finger thumping his brain
Lest he forgets who he’s dealing with
Loss of concentration
For she is a slippery one
The word evokes many strange ramblings of the mind
What or who strikes the mind with the stroke of the key?
Friend or foe
Endless Skyys are all but a dream
But, she holds mystery
Close to the vest is the turn of the cards
Shall she free his mind to be more or Les in the know?
Chase thy prey and capture neigh
Twist upon a tale of a Lady in waiting
What is to come?