English poem, thing. Note that I make tons of references to other books so not allthese ideas aren't necessarily mine.

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Oh I believe in otherwheres,
in far off places beyond the distance
that feet may carry the mind.

Those castles in the clouds so high
with scarlet banners streaming the sky,
those flags of azure blur with day’s
brightest, proudest garments.
The walls are trains of silver bricks
and paths are paved with obsidian
that shines a white when the sun strolls along
its glassy surface.

I believe in twelve islands of day,
twelve islands of night to match the light
and one where time is after time
where a crystal tower looms above.
I believe in a man with antlers atop his head
that branches out into seven faces.
They chatter away, those brothers of eight.
They bicker, they laugh, those brothers of eight.

I believe in black laced dragons with bloodstone eyes,
those torsos of violet that shimmers and gleams.
They fly you away to those magical lands.
They fly you away and you’ll never come back.
I believe in blue skinned fairies with periwinkle wings
and tiny glass men that disappear into the trees;
noble griffons of bronze who strut in the sun
and pale white unicorns with diamond hooves.
They whinny and neigh as they escape from the sea
the prison of foam to let them all free.

And sometimes, when I’m not all that well,
I believe I’d give it all up,
just for him.

I believe in a white haired mage with hourglass eyes,
he who wears a mask of gold but cannot will it off.
White, slender fingers grasp a dragon claw staff,
an aroma of rose petals follows him still.
His billowing robes bury the flame into night,
it is he, I believe, who has brought refuge to me.

I believe in minstrels and troubadours who travel the road
Spin their tales, sing their ballads
that are just as real and alive
as the enchanted trees in magic groves
where forest nymphs dance under chestnuts and oaks
a thick fragrance of jasmine and saffron consumes
the barefoot beauties as they dance through the wildflowers.

I believe in epic battles where men fight for love,
they fight for the good of a world they believe in so well,
they believe it so well to give up their soul.
Their intentions are pure and their hearts live by honor
I believe in it well though I know not of such virtue.
(I don’t believe in handsome princes
who whisk you away on white steeds.
But who needs a prince when there are myriad legends
who save us all, damsel or not.)

I believe my sanity is of no concern to anyone else
but me, myself.
You, who scorn my lack of humanity
well see, I’ve cast off those personal distractions,
cause the world needs another hero--
not another lover.

And while some have love, the rest have Dream Land.
I believe in three moons in the sky:
one of blood, a disc of crimson,
one, a brilliant pearl so small,
the last of darkness, invisible to all
but those who seek the comfort
that does not discriminate.

I believe in runaway children, flying from home,
they take off from an open window with only dreams,
only hopes of what could be out there,
second star to the right and straight on till morning.
Simple directions for simple bliss.
I believe in a waiting sword set in stone
for the one who’s destiny will wield its steel
and a forbidden land that’s in the mist
where it drifts further into the murky seas.

I believe in wild tales,
forgotten myths and spoken stories,
words on strong scented pages
with magnificent cerulean bindings.
I believe in nonsense as you say,
but balderdash be my sanctuary.
What you call rubbish, I see it not,
and I’m not a fool to believe all this.
For you see I don’t believe in folly,
I simply believe in something more.