Upon the Edge of a Knife

Adventures meant to be grand, adventures to be had. The elf, a dwarf, a human, a dryad, sat and laughed the sparks of the fire kept us warm. joy was to be had, adventures grand but upon the edge of a knife we were set upon upon the edge of a knife one by one we fell She was taken into the dungeon, the elfin lass turn doll a toy to be broken a doll to weep upon the edge of a knife they took their turn in the abyss she fell what little hope faded No hero came, no matter her tears torn of dignity a proud elf no more loss to despair and upon the edge of insanity look to the stars look to the light, try as she might, darkness and woe replaced her hope. upon the edge of a knife upon the precipice of insanity poor doll tossed to the dirt poor doll lost to the seas of tears come save me, an elven noblility come save me, please I'm here, any passer by just a doll, empty and alone a toy, casted aside, into the edge of a knife once saved, she hid her scars she hid her fate she sought out revenge but always, she remembers the sadness and the loss. Her friends lay in graves all she could do was to weep rest rest, my dear friends, my dear ones.