I am the curtain that shuts out the light, part of you but hidden from sight.

I'm a labyrinth of silence, a city of stone, Where stories lie buried, and secrets are sown. I house a population, yet breathe no air, And offer a final, dark, ornate repair.

I have a beak, but I do not have a wing. I am often seen in Break-ins and heists.

I exist as a villain, but I am not only that. You might find me in a deck of cards.

I play a role of support for a never-ending task. While I am single-minded, I love to bask. A luddite I am, but proudly so. Electricity is a luxury I forgo.