Primevil

Reaching toward empyrean
Abode of paradise above
Ignorant in life
Innocent in death
The ones who took to dreaming
You can find them waiting
In a realm of fire, ambit of light
Emblazoned in their minds
An elegy of fright

Are eyes like stars burning bright?
Like pinholes in the sky?
And how far can they see
Elusive faces turning white

Hidden faces in the dark
Lie in the fear of secrets
Afraid of surprise, superstition cries
Words that deny their feelings
Gone without a whisper
In the shelter of the ground
Bodies curl like broken molds
Disappear without a sound

Are eyes like stars burning bright?
Like pinholes in the sky?
And how far can they see
Elusive faces turning white

Descend from flurries in the clouds
The captives in the ground