WB: Howdy. Dark seems to be occupied right now, so I'm taking over the profile for a bit. I know, I'm not the best writer, being Writer's Block and all. I've been trying though, and it would be a shame to just let this profile die, since it had a fair amount of people following Dark. Problem is, I have no idea what to do. Dark wasn't able to complete MTP, I don't want to do it for him, and I doubt I could make something half as ambitious as that without derailing.
Herobrine: What about poetry?
WB: Poetry?
Herobrine: Yeah, poetry!
WB: That's not a bad idea, actually. I think I'll give that a try. Can't be worse than trying to reboot MTP yet again. I'm starting to think it needs to be completely revamped, done from scratch. As is, it's a dumpster fire.
Herobrine: Why not bring that up with him next time you see him?
WB: Yeah, I'll talk to him about it. Dark needs to get his act together if he wants to pursue writing in university. We're getting off-topic again. So, poetry sounds good. I'll give that a try.
A Sonnet For Squids
Swimming through the depths of the blue oceans,
A creature with tentacles and sharp teeth.
Never stopping, going through the motions,
Never on land, always water beneath.
...
Some might call this critter their worst nightmare,
Others will kill it every chance they get.
Many may simply ignore or won't care,
Few would choose to keep one close as a pet.
...
Eternal enemy of Sky's Army,
A rivalry that's truly ballistic.
Are all squids evil or is Sky crazy?
Are both hateful for reasons sophistic?
...
Nobody knows why the squid floats around,
It just wanders about, without a sound.
Herobrine: Sophistic? Using big words now, are we?
WB: Do you know how hard it was to find a suitable rhyme for ballistic?
Herobrine: Fair enough. Rhyming army with crazy, though?
WB: Smarmy doesn't fit Sky's personality, and who uses Barmy these days? There are no other perfect rhymes available besides those.
Herobrine: Why not just rhyme something with Sky, though? It's much easier to find a rhyme for Sky.
WB: Good point. I'm too lazy to change it, though.
Herobrine: Are you going to upload this?
WB: Yeah, I think so. Not sure what people will think of it, but I made it, so I might as well share it. Might make more in the future too, if some people are interested. I'm sure Dark won't mind. It might even get him out of his creative rut.
Herobrine: Well, we'll see what happens. Either way, we get to be seen again.
WB: You're Herobrine, a famous internet icon. People will write about you even after Minecraft itself dies. I'm stuck in Dark's mind.
Herobrine: True. By the way, your next poem will be about me, right?
WB: We'll see.
