Underworld, overground

Friends number three

The dungeoneers of Knightmare Castle are we

Making good use of the things that we find

Things we can see though we're partially blind

Treguard is scarier

We can remember the fays that he faced and his dungeon rhymes

There's no map of this world

Onward we traipse and we pray that it won't turn gory

Dungeoneers have to rely on the team

If there's a spider we hope they won't scream

Underwhelmed, overwhelmed

Friends number three

We hope one can spell or it's curtains you see

People are watching with terror and glee

Will we crash out or complete Level Three?

We trust in the words our advisors will say

If we hear "sidestep left" we must obey

Knightmare indelibly

Utterly seizes us as we attempt to be the best

Be it chalice or shield

Pick up the pieces and make them into winning quests

And then we'll rest

Underworld, overground

Friends number three

The dungeoneers of Knightmare Castle are we

Making good use of the things that we find

Except when we leave the corr-ect one behind