Time stood still in the thorny garden untill the wind stirred black petals.

The scent of night blooming flowers reaching for the moon,

Teased curious nostrils as the sound of the wolves howls neared.

The spade broke into the earth at a steady rate,

Creating a horrible rythm that did nothing to change the fact,

That there were angry clouds now covering the moon.

Instead of it's cold steady light, now the thick darkness,

Was shattered by crackling lightning. After the flash,

Blindness bounced into the eyes before vision could be regained.

A pause to look around...There was nothing, this was the pefect night

For the chore that had to be done. Pick up the pace

Digging again...Digging the hole. Thorns cut into knuckles,

The rain began. A warm rain, Though the wind was chill.

Shivers ran up the spine. Water dripped from brow to eye.

Mingling with sweat. The horrible sound of the shovel squishing.

Squishing into the soil. The hole was slowly getting deeper.

Another blinding flash followed by a chest shuddering roil of thunder.

The hole was deep enough time to plant what will be sown..