The player, perplexed, sought a friend’s aid, But the friend thought it all a charade. No villages nearby, no reason for fear, But the player knew, the end was near.
As night fell, the player’s unease grew, In the birch forest, strange things they knew. Chickens slain, wolves blamed, a mystery unsolved, The player’s sanity slowly dissolved.
But in the darkness, a figure appeared, The villager, taunting, the player feared. Eyes locked in a stare, a battle of wills, Until a flash of light, a thunderous thrill.
The villager transformed, a new face shown, Charging towards the player, all alone. But in a moment of shock, the player laughed, For the villager’s true form was a craft.
So in the world of Minecraft, where legends roam, Remember, it’s all just a game, a creative home. But beware the villagers, lurking in the night, For they may just surprise you, with a mischievous delight.