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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