I sound a bit like what a Wayward Son is bid to do A group of feathered fiends encircle high, and more accrue With lazy patience, hunting that which cannot even flee When nature sets the table for a feast composed of me

A crow, a raven, a corvid, I clad them all. Under the ground, under the sea, 
beyond the space, I'm all you can see.

I loosen locks though none may see, I fatten dust where gold would be. I steal the shine, the youth, the play Name the thief that ends the day.

There’s a man inside of me I swear I did not eat, Though I do come from a carnivorous species that’s extinct I stole from Yankee Doodle a very catchy melody But despite the rumors, I’ve done no crime, I’m part of your family

I speak without a mouth, and move without feet. I’m born in silence, but die if you repeat. What am I?