High king on high throne
lost his favorite son,
watched him fading for days
'til he was finally gone.
Crestfallen and desperate,
a million tears he cried
as he lamented his passing,
and wore black all night.
High king on high throne
lost his favorite son,
watched him fading for days
'til he was finally gone.
Crestfallen and desperate,
a million tears he cried
as he lamented his passing,
and wore black all night.
I think the king here is:
the sky.
High king on high throne
lost his favorite son,
watched him fading for days
'til he was finally gone.
This describes the waning of the moon, as it 'fades' from a full moon to a new moon ('finally gone') over approximately 14 days. The 'high' king is the sky, up high; the 'favourite son' in question is the moon.
Crestfallen and desperate,
a million tears he cried
The king's 'tears' are the stars, with millions of them shining upon his face.
as he lamented his passing,
and wore black all night.
And in the absence of the moon, the night sky appears as if dressed in black mourning colours.