Rambling Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

So here I go again.
Journeying down the same road I've been down before.
I remember the smells, the tastes, and definitely the feelings.
But this time it looks like the tests are harder.
I can't use my trusty sword anyone.
The tests are harder.
The monsters are stronger and the old squad is divided.
Looks like my luck has ran out.
Time to start thinking on my feet.
Time to change the rules and take what's mine.
I've trained for three years in this cold concrete jungle.
Many scars does this kid have.
There were times when he cried tears of pain.
Just a fledgling that hasn't learned to fly.
Fear nearly clipped his wings.