Dreams have been told ere now, 
Of girls who were like unto you - 
That is granted to but few - 
Beatrice and Helen, 
And all those who with a smile - 
Damned the universe! 
And dammed ... Died! 

And they who die Whining, 
Are not kin to those 
Who died for a song, 
And died singing the same! 
Aye! These were women, 
Women to be loved, feared and worshipped - 
Women whose touch was death - 
And men sought death thereby! 
For it is well to die .... so 
That ones dreams might be fulfilled. 
As in this world it may not be done. 
And I am wearied of dreams - 
Even those of you - 
For dreams are but futile images, 
Of what may never be - 
Else, dreams were truth! 
And dreamers are but men after all - 
For there were dreamers, 
Who wove lovely dreams, 
Of girls like unto you! 

         TVD.