Nicklas Leow Yue Yang
Defeat - Poem by Nicklas Leow Yue Yang
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.
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P.s. Been a while since I last written. Have a nice day :)
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