Of A World (Unlike Our Own)

Why do you write they question?
And, I cannot answer them
For it goes unsaid and too weirdly merrily.

I write for the world beyond our own.
I write for Agrimon.
That world far from the distant horizon.
That world with two bleaming moons.
That land of alfen, and dwarrow, and durafan.
That land of flowers beyond compare.
A final home ever after.

I write for the world beyond the stars.
I write for Agrimon.
That world far from Arda or Nirn.
That world with heroes and pirates
With oni and men.
That land of history and myth.
A final home ever after.

I write for the world through the Secret Door.
I write for Agrimon
In whos great land the Ancients once dwelled.
That world from my dreams.
That world with dragons and dark lords.
To those cities of Marham, and Arnaes.
Where the alfen sing from enchanted languages.
A final home ever after.

I write for the unmechanized planet.
I write for Agrimon.
That world in whos mighty company shall keep me.
That world of gods.
A place of wizards and kings.
Of ancient ruins
And deep forests.
A final home happily ever after.