That's it. That was the key. Just a few poems.
Where's he gone?
Where'd he go?
One moment 2, the next 1
He lays low
But oh how he knows
Where his brother is
And where his brother went
Sophisticated and silly
May seem like opponents
Beautiful like a lily
And silly as a filly
He is like yin and yang
Graceful with an adventurous tang
Though they say they aren't what they are
Their culture and dances will go very far
What started out as a little prank
Has left all befuddled, and will never be sank
Aligned with monsters, yes they are
Their propaganda is thick as tar
Selling sweets for all to eat
But under that is a hidden treat
The bird has flown away from his cage
But away, is that where he will stay?
Far from their eyes, yet close all the same
He has stirred up trouble, under a different name
Decay and life is what makes up she
For atop the waves and out at sea
She lives as a pirate, fighting the drowned
But Hermitcraft is yet to be safe and sound
Partners in crime, as some may say
Working together, but nay
Enemies of either side
Their comments to each other still remain snide
Just one last one to finish off. Something to describe the environment.
The moon shone down it's brilliant light
And the winds howled with all their might
But not enough to blow away
All the memories built to stay
An endless sea with dots of green
The monsters of the night stay thin and mean
But that is the beauty of the night
Ah that it is, a glorious sight
He closed the book and laid the quill beside it. That's all he needed for tonight. Just something to take his mind off things and relax. He brushed some white hair out of his face and glanced up at the moon.
Beautiful it is. That is true. But what's next on my path? I'll see what ensues.
yeah it's midnight, but that's besides the fact that I now love writing poems. Consider this part a philosophical episode of Midnight Thoughts