The sun cast ominous shadows among the briar strewn pillars scattered in the garden. Cobblestone pathways leading back to one another, yet underneath, thorns break through the dead soil. Crumbling stone arches float elegantly among the rotting vines, words announcing ‘Tenebrose Garden’ was elaborately engraved in the architecture. Rusted iron gates open to misguided souls visiting. Toxic plants decorate the garden, mingling with skeletons of small creatures. Footsteps echo throughout the stone walls, two humans, hand in hand follow a pathway. Leading to a table that is laid in a black, matted, and neglected cloth. In the center sits a brass candlestick, it’s flame glowing eerily into the thick fog hovering overhead. Roses decorated the table as well, accompanied by silver plates of blood sausages and black pudding. The man, Oberon withdrew a thin dagger about four inches long, its hilt was inlaid with blood red rubies. The blade itself was black as a ravens feather, candlelight reflected off the tip. The woman, Vesper came closer to the table, brushing her pale fingertip atop the cloth. Oberon stood still, his hand stroking the blade until blood poured slowly, “Vesper, come to me,” he said smiling. She came towards him, her eyes laid upon the knife he held. “A knife ? Are you flirting with me ?” She said whispering playfully. “You are an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature,” replied Oberon laughing. He tapped her nose lightly. Vesper held out her hand, slender fingers hovering above the dagger. Her eyes glowing menacingly. He slit her finger, then immediately pressed his bloodied fingertip to hers, “We are now connected through blood, forever fated as husband and wife,” he dropped the knife onto the wet grass. They both laid silver wedding rings on each other’s finger, then gently kissed on the cheek. “I have the sudden urge to murder you,” laughed Vesper kissing him again. “You know I’ll win,” challenged Oberon. He then began to dance with her, both gliding amongst the ruins. He dipped her, “And you know I’ll fight,” Vesper whispered, pulling Oberon closer for a kiss. “Darling, you’re a nightmare dressed like daydream,” said Oberon. Glimmering candlelight still hazily noticeable within the heavy fog, embracing the two lovers.