This villager, named Shuai, had a map in hand, And stumbled upon a mysterious cave, unplanned. The cave led to an End Portal, hidden from sight, And Shuai felt a calling, an urge to take flight.
But how to open the portal, he did not know, So back to his village, he decided to go. Seeking help from his fellow villagers, in vain, They all refused, leaving Shuai in pain.
Undeterred, he ventured out to find a new crew, And finally, he found three dreamers, loyal and true. Together, they gathered obsidian, a dozen in all, Placed it on the portal, and watched it enthrall.
The portal opened, revealing the End’s domain, They entered, ready to explore, with no disdain. But the obsidian was not the right key, you see, And the portal closed, trapping them, oh, the irony.
Exploring the End, they faced the Ender Dragon’s wrath, Shuai’s companions sacrificed, taking a dangerous path. Alone in the void, Shuai was lost and forlorn, Until he found a new land, with villagers adorned.
These villagers were kind, with wings to soar, And Shuai’s gift of potatoes, they adored. In return, they offered a machine, a way back home, But using it caused an explosion, and the land to roam.
The villagers turned into Endermen, a twist of fate, And Shuai gained the power to teleport, oh so great. Seeking his lost companions, he returned to the main land, But was met with fear and violence, a fate so grand.
Now Shuai roams the End, forever trapped in its hold, A witness to brave players, battling the dragon bold. His fate forever changed, in this world of blocks and stone, A tale of the Enderman, in Minecraft, forever known.