The Night

Billions of tiny specks,
fireflies dot the night.
Racing for eternity
across the blackened sky.

Round and round they go,
vanish into the dark,
banished by the waking dawn
When the sun pulls up.

Skinfaxi pulls the sun,
Bright mane flying back.
He gallops across the sky
on his endless run.

Hrímfaxi is the moon,
Black against the black.
Dewdrops splash the ground,
He will be here soon.

Round and round they go,
hoof beats in the night.
The race goes on and on,
until the blackness comes.