Time halt,
Realization struck.
Pawns fell,
The board has been flipped.
Serene thoughts and a tranquil gaze,
Thine smooth and fluid hand flew,
Setting the game to a decisive end.
My negligence and ye astute analysis,
All leads to my utter defeat.
'Finita est' thou mutter.
As my head went flying,
And the lights went out.
.....GAME OVER.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cao.. sent you a msg.. let me know.. thanks