All across the rolling cuboid landscape
A land of trees, rivers, pigs and creepers
Where one has the means to change the squarish shape
And carve your home despite frightful creatures.
Upon wits aloe one must rely
And the myriad tools you can construct
With which you dig the riches that bely
Though honestly one must rely on luck.
Beneath the earthen crust you must go
Through caverns dark lit by molten lava
Gather your wits, explore the depths below
Even when it's all programmed in Java.
But Minecraft is a game quite creative
It's just best not to upset the natives.
Whilst writing a sonnet I struggled with the content, being much more focused on the structure. Though once I got one started, it started to flow quite easily after I decided that it was going to be tongue in cheek and referential to a favorite game of mine, Minecraft. I did my best to prove that one can write about anything, and find beauty in a simulated landscape.
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