Bardic Extrapolation (Rime of the Ancient Sponge)

Having played MC since alpha, it always struck me that some aspects of the game seemed a bit cheap. As if they were just tests, place-holders, awaiting an upgrade to more meaningful content. Yet many of them are still with us today. Sponge is a good example, finally having a use at last. Here I wax lyrical on this observation

Placeholders

Nothing more beyond the horizon
Infinitely possible quantum foam
Background blue to lay your eyes on
Not a single word in any Tome

Simple marionettes stiffly strut
Standing in for what could have been
Immutable bedrock below the cut
To keep the yawning void unseen

Roaming in the wilds wide-eyed
New becomes rare and aims fewer
Onward to the End you may ride
Ensnared in monotone overture

The hope of new wonders recedes
With every step into the realm
Scant information feeds the seeds
To immerse, absorb, overwhelm

Always lingering the suspicion
On Ancient maps with edges curled
Are there secrets in this vision
Hidden past the edge of the world?

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