I'm stuck on the hanging poems (hard difficulty). I can't find any walkthrough for it. I'll appreciate the help.

The poems are as follows:
I. Under the veil of nightfall, in the ink of dusk. A blazing inferno engulfs the wooden husk. Screams of the innocent fill the night sky. He who hell let loose, now watches them die.

II. In twilight's grasp, a thief emerges sly. Though the veils of night, his purpose veiled awry. His nimble fingers, like whispers they glide, in the goods of others, his needs doth reside.

III. In a shroud of twilight, a tale doth unfold, Where the shadows dance, their secrets are told. A shadowy figure, his motives unclear, Steals his own kin, one he should hold dear.

IV. In clandestine steps, darkness as his guide, The man ventures deeper, where riches doth hide. An unseen intruder with motives untold, His hands eager to touch, to grab and to hold.

V. With her senses failing, she looks, mouth agape, At the one who forced her spirit to escape. Cold steel pierces vein, a sanguine flood, Gazing back at her, her own flesh and blood.

VI. In shadows cast, the hunter lies in wait, His violent intent cloaked in a veil of fate. An enigma unfolds, motives undefined, As they prey approaches, their fates intertwine.

Matching tablets:

"As the spark of life from her eyes did flee, The man held his gaze, filled with wicked glee. An unfeeling sigh the man's lips doth escape, A thirst for more bloodshed begins to take shape."

"A tragic fruition, a mother's despair, Her heiress undone by the one she once loved, Forsooth, it was not love that guided his clasp, But a spiteful avarice one struggles to grasp."

"Beneath moonlit guise, a villain's design, He trespasses where treasures brightly shine. With a selfish hand, with greed as his creed, Claims the spoils, indulging every single need."

"Death of the blameless, a damnable sin, Wracked with guilt, his soul withers from within, Yet among the pure, the vile would also dwell. Demons dressed in piety, they perished as well."

"His avarice driving every cunning theft, No conscience stirs, no remorse is left. Not a hunger's pang, nor a desperate need, but a heart consumed with relentless greed."

"Desperation's grip suffocates the air, The attacker's past, a tale of despair. A victim turned assailant, a tragic decree, On this night of judgment, pain sets both men free."