A poem I had written as almost a form of a riddle. By Cole Mizzi
11/09/2010.
Through the ages living have I,
Flesh Reborn and places reseen,
Surpassing muscle and mind and bone,
Stakes and swords shall not kill me,
Silver bullets can not maim me.
I have journeyed across the blood soaked lands,
Wise sages speak of me,
Kingdoms rising in my very name,
A keeper of time stand I,
My mere suggesting start revolutions.
A guardian for the ages,
Forever lasting through time and space,
Spreading faster than any plague.
I profound the most ingenious,
Each owing their lives to I.
And now I question to thee.
Who Am I?
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