Sun Mythos

[UnsungRequiem]

A personal favorite of mine, it is a study in mythology that has many
different parts.


Before time, before memory, when gods were mortal and legends were
infants, only nature ruled; her word was indisputable law and her hand
was judgment. This was when the sun, earth, and stars saw and felt
emotions deeper than any that stir us today.

On a day where the morning’s dew was fresh and the earth smelled new,
a youthful bard wandered the paths and roads, allowing the winds to
take him where they may. He came to a high clearing off a deer path to
rest his feet, and with skillful hands began the construction of a
fire to warm him and cook by. The clouds had hung like curtains in the
sky for many moons only clearing by the night's cool touch for a
moment's breath.

It was just at this moment of relaxation, while the bard prepared his
meal fire, which he felt unfamiliar warmth upon his face. He tilted
his eyes heavenward and was captured by the most wondrous sight.

The gray clouds had begun to part and little fingers of golden
sunlight had crept out of the endless blue sky to gently caress the
earth. One such of these fingers lightly touched upon the bard’s face
and he was immediately enthralled. He broke from his preparations and
hoisted his harp into his arms, serenading the sun in all her glory.

The sun, benevolent and loving, soaked up all the attention but had
eyes only for the child of nature, the Earth. Though quickly did the
bard’s enthrallment turn to love, she took no notice.

The bard felt no slight; he only wished to bathe in her glorious glow
eternally. He lived vibrantly, giving many gifts and doing many a
noble deed, but always was he alone. Many ladies of that time envied
the sun for she was gifted with the whole of his affection. He wrote
sonnets for her, singing them at dawn and for her he wrought soft
ballads, which he played with tender notes drawn from his harp.

Awakening before dawn, as the bard had always done, a tremendous
sadness filled his soul. For during his numerous songs, fireside
tales, and adventurous trek’s he had grown old. Though not one to
break a promise he rose from bed, with his ancient bones creaking and
his frail heart straining. He stepped into the breaking light of dawn
and sang her his last morning call. Though she was oblivious to his
mortal toil unraveling, he spent the rest of the day in the creation
of his Requiem.

As dusk showered the land in a crimson halo, the minstrel climbed his
way to the crest of the highest hill in his lands. The sun-drenched
earth lay to his sides; all he could see was her light, and all he
could feel was her warmth.


Upon this twilight hill, he sang her his Requiem.


O, gentle lady, your mantle is shinning

Your crest does glow for night and day

Time to rest, though your last rays are fleeting

The night does come, yet you shall always be.


O, gentle mistress, my bones are aching

Though you shine eternally, soon I shall pass.

Rest shall come, for my heart has slowed its beating

Fear not my love, for through the night you shall have me.


O, dearest lady, from first sight I have loved thee

from here and now I do pledge my soul into infinity

My mortal toil does draw to an end

yet, in your light I shall live on.


O, eternal lady, as your light begins to flee

at your side shall I always be

My song and dance with yours blend

I am yours forever at dusk and dawn.





The sun sank sleepily into the horizon, the bard's voice full of
gentle love and compassion. To his knees he went, tears of joy in his
eyes.

As the light began to peel away from the hills, the bard's soul rose
from his body. Yet, instead of ascending into the planes, he chose
instead to be the sun's loyal admirer. A brilliant flash of silvery
light and the moon rose slowly over the horizon opposite that which
the sun had slipped behind. Forever after, the moon came just as the
sun sank, basking in her glory.

The moon knew well that the sun could never love him, so he served her
and stole precious moments with her whenever he could, never
disrupting her life. For he loved her more than words, and would
choose the night with just the chance to be near her rather than never
see her again.