Hey guys, so I just recently started a new project in Blender. For those that don't know, Blender is an animation program where people can sculpt models, animate them, and create short films. I've been working on sculpting a dragon in there for some time and since the mesh I am using is having problems I'm not going to animate it but instead turn it into one of the characters from my book and create a picture in Photoshop. This is the model I've been working on (see below).
This is a blog created for me to post my poetry, short stories, blender projects, pictures and previews of my new book, "Dalith and the Council of Dragons."
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Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Do you love dragons?
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Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Fire King
This is a poem that I wrote after watching the sunrise one morning in the woods.
Fire King
By: Grace Forciea
The colors die as the sun rises
higher in the air
a trumpet fanfare for a Fire King
a ring of reds and oranges
dancing in the winter crisp
bit by the beauty bug
shrugging off cloaks of golden silk
and Ruby blood pulsing through wild veins
rushing to the brain
a pin prick of pain
as we strain to touch the power of the sun
wishing to be one with the sky
lifted feet off the grey ground
floating with pink clouds around the world
handing sunrises to solemn people
and announcing the arrival of
new beginnings to a new day
And at night when the light
dwindles and fades
the gasp of infinity will fill the atmosphere
and a glance upward into the darkness
will take you away to a place where
sunrises are announced with the bringing of life
to replace the hues of fanfare.
Fire King
By: Grace Forciea
The colors die as the sun rises
higher in the air
a trumpet fanfare for a Fire King
a ring of reds and oranges
dancing in the winter crisp
bit by the beauty bug
shrugging off cloaks of golden silk
and Ruby blood pulsing through wild veins
rushing to the brain
a pin prick of pain
as we strain to touch the power of the sun
wishing to be one with the sky
lifted feet off the grey ground
floating with pink clouds around the world
handing sunrises to solemn people
and announcing the arrival of
new beginnings to a new day
And at night when the light
dwindles and fades
the gasp of infinity will fill the atmosphere
and a glance upward into the darkness
will take you away to a place where
sunrises are announced with the bringing of life
to replace the hues of fanfare.
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