Answer:
Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.