My Minecraft poem

It all began with the dark
A place where lit a tiny spark
And so he stood, The god creator
To make a world despite the haters

The Noob arrived, having not known
How to find diamonds and to pwn
He walked up to a old birch tree
And thought "Is this some wood for me?"

He punched it down, the right thing to do
Neaby was a figure, He wondered who
He walked a bit closer to no avail
For the person was gone and had left no trail

He had made some progress, a wooden pick
And tried to mine coal with a stick
Till he finally used some common sense
And had used his pick to mine the ever dense

He continued on for it was getting dark,
He tried to make that one stick spark
He had figured that coal makes torches
But where to place them? He had no porches

He had to find a shelter soon
For he was chased by a evil goon
He looked back and had saw its face
Rotten, decayed,toward him it raced

Out of the terror he ran fast
But where to run? the world is vast
He found a cave so neatly placed
and so toward it he had raced

Inside he found some precious gold
But can he have it somewhere sold?
he mined a bit deeper in the dark
and finally placed the real bright spark

He had collected cobble to be placed
He made to the opening with great haste
he barred it up so he'd be safe
but then he heard something had strafed

Inside the shaft, was a figure terrifying
Its glare was fully mesmerizing
Toward the player it crept closer
The player had to prepare and bolster

It was a rough struggle
But to no avail
The players body had sailed
on his own bloody gale.

Edit: Fixed a few things because a writer like me has no patience and doesn't notice some things when i double check ( casual noob writer)