To Minecraft

I awake,
the world
in chunks around me,
waiting for a conqueror.

I punch trees to the ground
by the tens,
the hundreds,
the thousands,
building chests all the way
to store my precious materials in.

I build a small home around these chests
just in time for the darkness to descend
over a squared horizon.

Yet a distant memory tries to reach my concious,
as i realise my mistake -
too late -
as i hear a hiss in the closed space behind me.

And we all know what happens next.