Wassup. I need feedback on this poem. I'm just curious if it's good or not. Thanks my dudes. 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.