The sun sets, again

This poem, the first in a series  on mythology, refers to the Norse stories of Skoll and Hati, and of Ragnarak.

The sun sets, again

The sun sets again, another day done,
another year, another astrological phase,
another end though barely yet begun—
when once the sun’s rage set the sky ablaze
now the sun falters, the day undone.

The sun was swallowed a year from today,
rose again, but not so fierce, not so bright;
was reborn 366 days
only to die again every night
the same cycle—rise, chase, fall—stuck on play.

The sun falls, at long last, the dark alight,
Skoll and Hati roam moonless vacant skies—
but this is no Ragnarak, no endless night,
beneath the earth the sleeping sun lies,
for tonight is just another night.


In Norse mythology the sun and moon are drawn in chariots, driven by humans of the same name. Each chariot followed by the wolves Skoll and Hati, although there is some conjecture about which wolf follows the sun and which follows the moon.

Skoll is the name of the wolf
Who follows the shining priest
Into the desolate forest,
And the other is Hati,
Hróðvitnir’s son,
Who chases the bright bride of the sky.

When Ragnarak, the end of the world or literally the ‘doom of the gods,’ happens, the wolves will finally catch and devour the two heavenly bodies, casting the world into perpetual night. Unlike other end of the world stories though, Norse mythology sees a rebirth of the world after Ragnarak. This cyclical view of the world fits aptly with my poem which also has a focus on death and rebirth.

My next poem will be focused on Greek mythology, and will be coming soon.


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