A.N./I made this little poem up because I have a severe case of prose writer's block... and I felt like writing Minecraft poetry.
Residing in the Overworld realm
The miner fetches his diamond helm.
His name is known throughout the land
Every mob he can withstand.
The undead, spiders, and creepers at night
Would no longer give him a fright.
Even the Enderman, given a glance he froze,
But the miner never feared these foes.
He slashed through the abominations with bliss
Not once would that miner miss.
Stephen was the miner's name
He was bathed in luxuries from his fame.
When given the opportunity,
The gods granted him immunity.
Forever the miner would live,
Not an enemy would he forgive.
From the Wither in the Nether to a Dragon in the End
He would continue to defend
All the residents from his home
Until no mobs will roam.
Dreaming all these visions in black,
What Steve dreamt is what he lacked.
Steve was a cowardly fool,
He should have known the mobs will rule.
Attempting materialize his wild dreams,
Steve never elevated above the mobs' schemes.
His mind fixed on survival,
Steve failed to defeat his rivals.
Steve, the miner, now a broken man,
Watched the destruction of his plans.
The flames burned hot, consuming all
Steve drowned in his hellish downfall.
Before Steve quit, he turned to the sky,
Watching precious moments tick by.
He wanted to make something of life,
Instead of struggling with straining strife.
Wielding a sword,
Exiting through a door,
He tried once more,
Allowing his desires to be restored.
