The Twilight Melody

The last notes of the melody were still echoing,
Once again the twilights had witnessed a fall,
The calm nightly breeze epitomized the grim-reaper,
Of the six lifists, two lived to tell the sorry tale,
The third of the crowd lived but not to be seen again,
On the sixth hour of the night, death came calling,
Thats when the fourth of the six proved his loyalty,
Only to be too late, Number five was already gone,
The alley lost company as soon as the scuffle ensued,
On such nights no one cared how and where home was,
The same time the sixth of the six tried call home,
One last time for her to call for help, all in vain,
That was same time the phone rang, the sad melody.