We Waited For Dawn To Come

First light of the Sun,
From behind the White Mountains shines.
Subtle bursts of flares magnify,
Into a blinding display of light.

From atop his majestic throne in sky,
He sees the world in flames alight.
And leaves behind a sleepy hollow,
In the dark world he left behind.

In sadness he lumbers,
Through the Zodiac in an arc of gray.
And ignites the land in burning light,
Seeking nothing but white clay.

And through sadness he is broken,
As he takes his final breath.
And descends into the ocean beneath,
We witness the Celestial's exquisite death.