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I wear a thimble to protect me from blows I can't see the enemy, But I got to fight anyway I suppose.
My thimble's a bit battered Worn down by old wounds I might need to get a new one Till then this will do.
My kingdom depends on me I guess so, Haven't heard from them in many moons.
I fight, waving about a needle I feel the enemy's presence They wonder why I haven't given up hope.
I cut down through a couple of bushes And there are the foes standing tall They don't look all that scary Just a bit tired, that's all.
I recognize them I think I've heard their voices before I take off my thimble Strangely soothed by their song.
They say they're my demons Trying to help me find a better end I believe them For they are my only friends.
They accept me, make me feel safe, So much so, without my thimble I still feel brave.
I don't think I'll go back to the kingdom For the foes are now my friends No matter what someone says I'll stay with them till the end.
Over there, a mountain side
billowing over a timeless pride
a valley, full of wisps and sighs
each flower an ear
each leaf an eye
.
The sun does not set here
forever, the full moon bright and sheer
will expel the living of their fear
the light-filled twins
share a darkened sky
.
I sat down amongst it all
my mind swaying, a graceful fall
settled within this imagined world
my head a blur
my heart a whirl