The Promotion Game: Part II

Hi! I'm here to feature some more highlights from my feature series, The Promotion Game.

This feature series is about promoting other people's works. To be eligible for the feature, you need to post in the thread for this game and follow the 1:4 ratio (for each work that you post from your own gallery, please promote at least four works by other artists), or have your work(s) promoted by another artist in the thread.

You can join the game here. Feel free to make multiple posts! The more people join, the more feature journals I shall make (there's a chance that you can be featured multiple times)! 

Part I of the feature series can be found here:

The Promotion Game: Part IHi! I'm here to feature some highlights from my new feature series, The Promotion Game.
This feature series is about promoting other people's works. To be eligible for the feature, you need to post in the thread for this game and follow the 1:4 ratio (for each work that you post from your own gallery, please promote at least four works by other artists), or have your work(s) promoted by another artist in the thread.
You can join the game here. Feel free to make multiple posts! The more people join, the more feature journals I shall make!  
P.S. If you meet my (hidden) list of achievements, you'll get an extra feature-related reward at the end!

   

P.S. If you meet my (hidden) list of achievements, you'll get an extra feature-related reward at the end!












 












 


















































The white rose in the midnight gardenUnder starry sky as night is broken by moonlight
There strewn apon the Ground a dress of white,
A girl took a whiff of a white rose and held it with all her might;
The field of Helianthus that hid her was such a sight,
'Twas there that she had waited hidden from her plight,
Ere she had loved in the dark, constantly in fear;
"Doth she live here still, or doth she remain here?"
The question on a lovers lips; chest growing tight;
A cherished rose presented, even with decay it holds red,
Yet a closer inspection shows roses red it is not; dark much too dark;
Blood, a rose caked in blood such was her fate,
The dress lost it's white charm as she bled,
the white flower turned red becoming nothing more than a death mark,
Now in the midnight garden she will forever wait.





Flower of WarI plunged into your heart today
and it is now I see the truth.
You are not a princess in need of a savior;
the fire that lights your eyes is the proof.
But the truth is I am no angel;
I am not a knight in shining steel.
And I have never needed a flower in a bottle;
I'd much rather have a warrior who would never yield!
So come to me and die for me,
my wonderous lady of war.
For you will be the goddess of victory,
that will open the final door.
And with your power, I will be made whole.
And the suffering we could unleash together
would have our enemies bow sevenfold!
After all, I whispered so long ago yes?
"That no one could ever hope to stop Death..."

Life And ApologyThis condescending sorrow daunts me so I fall.
Pretend to be in bliss, but others taunt my all.
Not the life of a pauper, the light turns to dark.
Like a shocker, slight wealth burns on this mark.
This bliss is my nemesis, deluded by sorrow’s mist.
I hiss, resist, but I fail, and so at the wall l aim my fist.
I vent for any event, senseless, just to make amends.
Isolation from individuals. I’m inconsolable friends…

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