Doilus wakes up with the sunrise glow, Queue pops fast, but the climb feels slow. VelāKoz beams cut the empty air, Skillshots miss though the aim was there.
Minions march like a metronome, Heās one good f***t from calling it home. But the scoreboard whispers, cold and bold: āYouāre still just Gold.ā
Gold chains, Platinum dreams, Caught in the space between what it means. Every loss cuts, every win redeems, Doilus fights on in fractured teams.
Annie casts, but Tibbers wonāt land, A fiery bear slips right through his hand. LeBlancās chains fade into the mist, Another chance for glory missed.
Someday the promos will break his way, Someday the climb wonāt decay. Until then heās b*****g through the night, Mid lane soldier, still holding tight.
Gold chains, Platinum dreams, Heās more than the rank that the ladder deems. Every defeat fuels the fire it seems, Doilus will rise on broken beams.
VelāKoz watching with unblinking eyes, Annieās sparks lighting up the skies. LeBlancās laughter echoes, sharp and cold, Doilus still reaching past the Gold.