Handcrafted Drawings on Cloth
The Artwork of
David DeLane Snow
Backstory:
The Long Verse:
The Ode of Fayendar
SEVEN tomes of ancient lore
kept sacred by locks and keys
about sigiled Judges and fallen Kings
of mystic Priests and fiery Prophets;
yet, amid them all a hero walked
in that darkened Nephilim age
ere the world was washed away.
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IT was in those lost days of Adam
after Cain's violent fame was won
when the immortal Sons of God
took the daughters of lesser men;
from those wives children were born
renown as teachers among the lesser men
called heroic giants, and Nephilim Lords.
FROM eastern lands those lesser men came
ink-skinned Bedouins from war-torn lands
who drove their herds and tribes westward;
unto the Ancient Shores of whispered hope,
where a remnant people lay harbored,
twenty-one who gathered on forgotten docks
behind vine-laced walls once grand and fair.
THOSE nomadic Nasil sought journey's rest
not to usurp those Mitharians, but trade
with wares of jewelry, cloth and herds;
eight hundred men, women and children
called their camp Rebirth, as Slavath
was their new beginning in a post-war
land of hope and new friendships.
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