Genesis 6: 1-4 (Ai, Var, Etc.) Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Old stories speak of days gone by,
When skies held beings, way up high.
They came to earth, a curious sight,
And changed the world with strange new might.

Then giants walked, a fearsome race,
With power vast, and no kind grace.
They were not born in normal way,
From heaven's folk, or so they say.

A mixing strange, a twisted art,
That tore the gentle world apart.
Their ways were cruel, their hearts were cold,
A wicked tale, so bravely told.

This changed the earth, brought endless strife,
And threatened all of human life.
Then waters came, a cleansing flood,
To wash away the tainted blood.

Now people look, with curious mind,
At ancient words, left far behind.
Could this be true, a hidden plan,
Beyond the reach of mortal man?

A dark design, a secret deed,
That planted this enormous seed.
A story told, in shadows deep,
While ancient secrets softly sleep.