Dark walked through his garden, his violet eyes glistening in the moonlight. He sat down on a swing that was connected to a tree. He swung back and forth , his black hair swayed as he did. His black and violet cloak swayed as well. The moonlight shined on him, making him look more dark and mysterious than he already was. He looked at the moon and than at the ground. He looked straight ahead as if something just caught his eye. He got off the swing connected to the tree, letting it move by itself. He walked forward and looked at the black rose, kneeling down as he did. "A black rose in the garden of shadows...it's so...mysterious yet elegant...just like...him," he picked the rose carefully. He carefully held it in his hand, not wanting to destroy the rose. He walked over to where a tombstone was, surrounded by water and, red roses. Black vines wrapped around the tombstone. Engraved on it was : "Jack 1998 - 2011". He was only 13 when he died. Dark gently set the black rose down, in front of the tomb. "I know you don't like normal things do here" he spoke as if Jack would respond. He than walked away.
