Thunderous Silence

Ebony and ivory soldiers stand sentinel on checkered plains, their shadows stretching across the polished wood. The mind becomes a blade, thoughts crystallise in the space between heartbeats. Each move echoes like thunder in an empty room, while fingertips hover over destiny's pieces. Time dissolves In the crucible of concentration, where seconds stretch into infinities. Silence roars louder, than any crowd in this arena of intellect, as kingdoms rise and fall beneath fluorescent stars. Victory dwells in the eye of stillness, where warriors of thought wage their bloodless wars.