Years ago my dad gave me an old restaurant calendar I thought was really neat, because of how it was made. These many years later I finally figured out what I'm going to do with it. I will take the NASIL fonts DAN SMITH made for made for me, and 'translate' the following Verse onto the back of the Calendar turning it into The Salun Scroll.
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“Like the terrified inhale of a
sharp gasp,
I saw her life being extinguished and fade
as in the exhaustion of sorrow.
In the inhale of that crumbling moment
my life’s meaning faded away
as sorrow filled my heart with loneliness.
Cradled in my arms, she died so pale
a lifeless shell, void of expression;
yet forever, my only, one true love…”
The Salun Parchments
Scrolls I:1-9
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The sons of god from
righteous lands they came
to take for themselves
the daughters of men
with wicked hearts proclaimed
they were lords of lies
fallen-ones who ruled no more
Transliterated by Martha Paske-Townsend
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In the
garden of Eriduah
the pleasure grove of Eul
there dwelt many wonders
the greatest of these
were the Two Trees
of such bitter-sweet fruit.
Called “Life” and “Wisdom;”
Life was eternal, and
Wisdom without end.
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:1-9
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The
Guardian resonated,
“In it harm none,
Do what you will.
So mote it be;
Remember and be renewed.”
The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:94-98
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Then
without warning they betrayed us as
our clothes they had torn off in shame,
and took our bodies in lust, but
our men they burned like our homes.
This
they said was done because fear
was not given them as a sign of respect;
they rose up against our Chieftain who
was then torn asunder and left for the birds.
Each
new moon they were an affliction,
a
curse upon our people and the land
because they had rejected peace of truth; for
a taste of lust, by the hand of power instead.
The Salun Parchments
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Six days
after I entered into the pangs of womanhood
my mother came unto me with the bold
words of her mother’s lore; of
my mother’s shadowed traditions she gave.
On that
star filled night Milcah did cast a circle,
by the names of the four winds that flew,
but on that night they fell silent
by coming of that dark hour’s dew.
Beside
the banks of the Quicken River
there was kindled upon a great stone table
a fire to burn away the fear of the night;
there gathered the women of our clan sky-clad.
The Salun Parchments
“The Mother’s Rites” III: 5-16
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until the winter had passed;
We did not see that pale stranger
until he appeared many Springs later.
The Salun Parchments
“The Withdrawal” IV: 1-4
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The
stranger was no where to be found as
the ground showed no footprints of his hard shoes
I ran to my home and told my father-in-law of
the vision and his warnings of gloom.
No one
believed me for I was but a child to them
only Gilga-noak, my husband’s father listened
the gods command of him to build a ship; for
only he and our family heeded the vision’s woe.
Others
had been warned, but only laughed
scoffing at my husband’s father
“Rain from a clear sky was mad!”
scoffing at the gods had its own reward.
The Salun Parchments
“The Last Keeper” V: 33-44
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Ere the
thunder clouds shouted no more
the world I once knew had faded and
from memory only memory remained of
About
me the very land had been changed,
renewed by an act of shame and regret
to be replenished with a mere handful;
renewed by the hand of a divine command.
The Salun Parchments
“The Last Keeper” V: 49-56
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Never
shall I forget those drowning screams
that fell silent beneath the waves
when the rains finally came upon us all;
that day when outside they perished.
For in
the end when the waters dried away
their bodies lay bloated upon the seas and land
before the feasting birds where judgment fell;
their names all but forgotten by Heaven’s hand.
The Salun Parchments
“The Last Keeper” V: 69-76
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Originally written in 1992 (c)
