AgonyWhere we once walked hand in hand with joy, sorrow casts a fog along the trail of happiness. Where we kissed under the eyes of Heaven; where hallowed memories fill my mind, an eerie pall of mournful despair haunts the shadows and I fear to tread this path. The places we loved, and laughed; kissed, and caressed, held close, and made promises to last, are now memories of hope, and an agony unbearable to my heart. The house has ghosts whence love once lived. And I am the specter of the damned.