There he is
Fabled yet real
There he goes
Hiding away
His eyes of pure white
Fight his intentions
To hurt
To break away
The player's world
His plain appearance
Buys him time
To mess with the crafting mind
Here he is
Fabled yet real
YOU ARE READING
minecraft poetry.
Poetrythis is completely satire. I am not twelve. I just wrote this for my friend. instagram? @ava_stasuik_
