Slowly I walked into The Hall of Death.
She gazed at me
And made me Nothing.
She spoke to me
And I shrivelled.
She laughed at me
And I died.
Written late 1990s
I live in Northern Ireland among history and myth, reality and dreams: mountains, bushes, trees, fields, historic sites and lots and lots of rain - hence the greenery!
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