Of Mining and Monsters
I emerge on this path of green grass,
Up above the bright sun, it doth shine.
For awhile I sample the feel of the breeze,
And for a moment I lose all track of time.
But enough lounging about, there's work to be done,
And from building, I shall not refrain.
So with hands left and right, I head for a tree,
And hit it, for there's wood to be gained.
So I keep mining away, the sun starts to sink,
But despite all this wood I want more.
I mine up and down, to the left and the right,
I tear up the valley's whole floor.
And soon the sun sets, darkness enters the world,
And something hits me from behind.
I turn and I scream at the eight legged beasts,
Spiders, advancing in line.
I try to flee, but it's too little too late,
The spiders, they feed tonight.
Flesh is torn off, venom enters my blood,
And soon I lose all will to fight.
But there's one beacon of hope, one final chance left,
And thus I fight through the pain.
Cast out my mind, see the mouse of salvation,
And choose to load up a new game.