Greg Goble: The Collected Works

There are nights where all I can see is your
Beauty
Evenings in which my soul conception is
Loneliness
Darkness blinds me from well intended
Support
I am Oedipus in all its shrouded
Taboo
The riddle of the beast beckons my
Understanding
At midnight I rule this place in total
Calmness
The secrets of my reign remain to me
Hidden

* *

Dawn approaches threatening my
Ignorance
The soothsayer brings word of dreadful
Enlightenment
Morning’s light destroys my precious
Illusion
In daylight I run making a desperate
Escape
My panicked gallop circles round to my
Destiny
And there you are in your beauty
Inescapable

* *

Dusk begins to settle and I return to my
Torture
My eyes bleed into puddled tears of
Depression
I float in its viscous preserving
Strength
Until the night when I must again do
Battle
Until the night when I must again see your
Beauty