A Poem in Three Minutes

Looking up,

I see the sun go down.

And Rana, with her apples,

rises through the dark.

Zombies, Creepers, and skeletons alike

spawn in the night

to give quite a fright.

I stay in my home.

My sword in my hand.

I focus and listen,

I hear the spiders land.

Then, seven minutes later,

the mobs begin to burn.

The sun rises once more.

I know it's time again,

to mine some more ore.

1 comment:

  1. Hey, it's me on an anonymous account nearly three years later.

    It was meaningful to see this poem again. Almost forgot about Rana. Good times.

    Also there's this turd of a human next to me who won't shut up.