Many of you have been questioning of what you may not know,
So here's a story of the one you know.

Steve has been escaping the cave last night,
To escape the bloody night-time fright.

As he emerged the cave's top,
A cold feeling shook him to a stop.

He looked left, he looked right,
But it just didn't seem right.

He headed for top for he knew that was right,
As a storm swaggered out right from the night.

He fled the cave through the rain,
He fell in the hands of the shadow's bane.

The figure was bloody,
It didn't look lovely.

A sword clutched in his hand,
It pushed him down onto the land.

Its eyes were glowing white,
That seriously just wasn't right.

It sliced his head off with one clean swipe,
So he really was the killing type.

As the legend we kew of Herobrine,
This shall be your lesson nine.

Don't mine at night,
I hope you understood it just all right.

AND THAT'S ABOUT IT!
(I Think that fit..)