For those below, their years Are carved onto my skin I stand hardened with my peers In a field of pain and chagrin

Larger than life Remembered for ages Maker of heroes Stories of sages

I contain all the past and present, and the future will be soon. Every spoken word, every written character will be somewhere in me. I am a being of sacred knowledge, where you will discover things other people only dream of finding. What am I?

The more you name me, the less I exist. I wither in truth, yet thrive in a twist. Born in the mind, but fed by the crowd, I echo in silence and whisper aloud. No body to bury, no wound to see, but I’ve toppled kings as silently as a plea.

They said, I am the last lonely one, and with me feline lives are done All-father hung for nights, Till runes gave away their insights