Thursday, September 10, 2009



i loved you before the birth of fortune himself
and i shall still, well after his eventual demise.

come crowns, come ruin, come rags or glory,
stardom, obscurity, smiles or worry.

come fame, come famine, madness or sanity
what was, what is, what shall be shall be.

your moonbeams are starlight you know,
cloud or no cloud i've loved them equally.

~ noxalio ~

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