In a Horrorwalker horror world,
May be the only thing you have left to hold onto...
After the horror strikes its cruel irony!
My lovely ghost is the memory of my dearest Marie, my wife of 46 years.
When she died in her sleep, November of last year,
I believed that only cruel death could release me of my profoundly lonely pain.
But her beautiful memories coats my dreams and relieves my horror... and helps me to continue on.