30 May 2012
You're walking in the forest, The fog is low and thick, Your only light is from burning coal, Stuck crudely on a stick.
You hear a sound to your right, The shuffling of human feet. You turn towards the offending noise, But there's no-one whose gaze you meet.
You shrug your shoulders and carry on, Looking for safety before night. Little do you know that you'll never be safe, Because he's got you in his sight.
You find a small cave by a river, And decide to set camp up there. You place down your chests, roof and walls, Along with a bed and a chair.
But from his mountainous tower, The white-eyed lord stands tall. He watches as you steal his cave, And his followers you do maul.
He wants you to be banished, From his peaceful forest land. Your destructive use of tools Is something he can't stand.
Unaware of your impending fate, You continue to chop down trees. Eventually you start to mine underground, Progressing to dungeons and ravines.
Your efforts are finally rewarded With a glint by a lava lake. You whip out your trusty pickaxe, And the light blue gems you take.
As you reach the surface, Exhilarated by your lucky find, You hear the sound of approaching feet, From one of your own kind.
You try to get a better look, But immediately fall back with fright. As the white-eyed lord brings with him The darkness of the night.
You life is almost over, His sword is now primed. You stare into the glowing white eyes Of your murderer - Lord Herobrine.
The White-Eyed Lord • Opuss № I