No Rule Without Exeptions. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Giants walked the ancient lands,
Tall and strong, with mighty hands.
Scripture tells their shadowy tale,
Across the years, they did not fail
To leave their mark, a scattered trace,
In every time, in every place.

But a puzzle starts to bloom,
A whisper in the watery gloom.
God's great flood, a cleansing wave,
No living soul was meant to save.
Destruction's hand, a final sweep,
Secrets the deep waters keep.

Yet a passage, soft and low,
A different seed begins to sow.
In Noah's time, the giants stood,
And after too, it's understood.
A paradox, a twisted thread,
What truly happened, what was said?