He walked through the hidden garden at dusk clipping a different flower from each bed. His prying eyes judged on shape alone as all colour was lost with the rising moon. His silent pace mingled with the shadows as he searched for symbols of sensuality and love. Petals were folded upon themselves, protecting from the darkening sky what they so openly offered to a glorious sun. Their velvet texture appeared black as blood, to the touch their soft cold surface aroused all the desires of a broken heart and projected the darkest of minds in to innocence. A path to discovery was going to be revealed in the depth of night. Yet it was only once the prize findings had been taken in to the intimacy of an illuminated home that they would reveal their true colours.
