The Origins of my Name

If you are wondering why I chose the name, "The Illusive Writer", you are probably not the only one, so, I have written a personal poem, to help clear things up.

"They call me the Illusive Writer, for what reasons? I'm not sure,

They see me lift my pen and write, for as much as my hand can endure.

It is a passion of mine, you see, for my thoughts to flow into words.

Some say they run like rivers, others proclaim they fly like birds.

However, it matters little to me,

What it is the people see,

As long as what their eyes surmise,

Does not result in my own demise.

As 'One man's trash is another man's treasure'

I seek to make my work add up to mortal man's measures.

I will perfect my work until the end of my days,

Till the Angels float down and carry me aways.

For now I am sworn to one woman, her name is 'secrecy'

For I am the Illusive Writer, and that's my cup of tea,"