The Thimble of an Elf

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.