Yes “I’ve seen it all”

To begin my poem I would like to address the following, Busty Demoness, LevitationStar, other players who also have experienced this, please be advised to annotate

As every game begins with all in champ select on the humble hour, till every game ends

Players seem cooperative or dangerous to the dream of climbing,

But,,

All show their true colors in the great field.

Oh woe The legends of failure oh woe the legends of high ranks oh woe the once great League of legends.

Time and time we all face struggles on the rift and many times our nexus destroyed, the bronzies so called only exist for a reason.

But then again it’s not like People wouldn’t go to attack the lower ranks for their own mood swings.

Riot finds issues, the game becomes a problem

A community forges it self with a midevial system the peasants the bronze the kings and queens the challengers and masters.

The great line of so called we the people is used, but if the people are not united then all is divided.

To those have climbed play for the greater achievement in the higher ranks, to those to who take the path suffer the greatest beginnings.

As time goes by many demons of chat and grief come. Then we ask for advice, the common line. “Climb”

“Climb”

A Dream. A dream to be woed indeed, from time to time “things aren’t going to go right” , “anything that can happen will happen”. It happens on every aspect of this dream. “But the real challenge is to forgive and grow”

Then we dream again, to come face to face with demons they attack us instead of truly dieng in this dream we feed, but we ask for help thus we do not gain. Until we learn the key to open the door of the next division in the endless latter.

Though I despite it all, the dream nays us down. It inspires us, it opens our eyes.it makes us suffer and cry.

A wise one once said, to us at or dark times. “Learn and Climb” and endless time.

The end.