The Song of Yarselin

First Lady and last Knight of the Order Of the Lion,
Who fought Mordu lord of the Lycanthropes
In The War of the Weeping Lion. 2243BN

Ever the beast flew at Yarselin; ever she sank her blade,
Snapping jaws grasped for flesh,
Her sword plunged and flashed like a diamond splashing red on the dry ground,
She drove Mordu the wolf to the eastern cliff kicking up dust as they went,
Gulls gathered for the feast,
The wolf like a grey cloud seeking to blot out the sun
threw itself at her sun blinding mail.
At death’s stroke sword sang freely
from the hand of Yarselin.
Mordu barked with laughter,
Yarselin balled and rolled as the Mordu lunged,
The wolf vaulted over,
Sprawling its head in quick turn and poised to jump again,
Yarselin snatched up her weapon,
Looking about the wolf at the great multitude of
Silent friends, the Falcon cried in the distance.
The sea wind picked up.
The briny smell of sea whipped up the cliff from below,
A dampness wrapped its fingers around Yarselin the
Golden.
The beast lunged,
Yarselin aimed her sword at the passing shadow,
The beast landed with a howl,
Its thick sinews continued to slide,
Yarselin’s arms raised high, sword stuck fast
and eyes wide.
The lone cry of gull over head,
The deepening, whipping briny wind.

Golden Dawn

Great the glow of that golden dawn,

The birds sang lightly,

Brightly, note by note,

That golden dawn so long ago.

Okay, I'm new on this blogging thing.

I am new on blogging and I'm not really sure how to start but like I tell my ameture film making roommate Don you learn by doing. Let me tell you a bit about Don and his work. When he started out he was working at a rotten job that payed him well enough for him to go to Africa and film Mountian Gorillas at Verengy National Park on the Borders of Uganda.
It was an exceptionally well put together film he did soundtracks, narrative and the whole bit. His friends in Australia who went with him still enjoy the movie and talk about it I hear. Recently he went to Australia where he filmed 52 of the fifty three species of Parrots. He has wildlife organizations knocking on his doors for the film. What's the point?
What Don learned is that you need to have an external mic that wont pick up the whirring sound of the camera that the built in mic that came with the camera does. He also learned that if he had a wind sock he wouldn't have to completely alter the sound track.
This pertains to writing in the sense that writing, like film is a journey. There are no dress rehersals here we jump in and we learn as we go. If there is any advice I could give you or rather suggestions, it is write. Just write, even if you don't do it well. You should have seen my first acting piece, it stunk. Of course I didn't put in the time either but that is another story. You will learn so much by your mistatkes so expect to mess up but keep writing!