"The Twilight Thief"

Light will leave the shining sky,
Night on a cycle- rebirth and die,
Glance upon this twisted place,
Trance- emotionless blank face,
Dead- her life now has been souled,
Red are the words that made her cold,
Her heart now beats but lacks a flow,
Stir the water- down the red river they go,
He stands above- black blind vacancy,
Free no more- depart, shall we?
Bone talons grasp-- a fatal choke,
Stone are the bodies-- they should not have spoke,
To tell-- time ticks away the clock,
Few make it out from beneath the rock,
Sold are the lives-- many sit in grief,
Old is the tale- I told it brief,
Bold are the acts of the Twilight Thief...