Mystic Halo

Silent silhouette sailing throughout outskirts of icy plato, senses sharp stalking heat signatures on the black horizon, free, bound by hunger she whispers a silent strategy, chess she plays, unknowingly following her ancestors in battle, cold is no warmth to a focused mind, jagged daggers can already taste the victory, pounding is a fiery heart in the silence... pD4 pD5 bF4 kF6 QC3 kE4 QC7 K-X.. silently the battle is over fools mate ber her mystical ways.. elegantly she moves silently she strikes, moon witness to all as her mystical halo ignites