Wassup. I have a poem here and I just need some critical feedback. DO NOT ANSWER IF YOU HAVE NOTHING CRITICAL TO SAY!! Thank you. :) The Finale

The odds are stacked against me,
These monsters won’t let me free,
Pushing me towards the looming ledge.
My feet standing on the edge.

I turn to face these two towering beasts,
Forget the prayers, betray the priests.
This battle is mine alone,
Solitary I stand, the floor littered with bone.

I will not lose against them,
I say let them come.
I will win for those who’ve died,
For those whom have tried.

I arm myself with resistance,
Preparing my resilience.
I will defy all I was told,
I will restore my heart of gold.

Be wary my old friends,
You will not be my end.
My soul has not yet resigned,
My determination grows from behind.