I bind the guilty to the scene they flee, Vampires crave me under moonlit skies. Doctors spill me to save what I sustain, Yet dried and old I whisper ancient lies.

found underground, and put in fire to be molded, my shine will last throughout time. people wear me, on special occasion they share me, while some will just take me by force. my name is my color, it is no white or rose, but those are others I know.

I hail from ancient times. My first three letters allows life on our planet. My last four letter are numbers you use on a line. My whole is a shadow of time, informing you.

I’m spoken in rage and live beyond the grave, Pharaohs sealed me in tombs of gold and stone, One broken seal and families rot for years, Yet skeptics laugh until I claim their own.

My purity a problem, inclusions make me shine. The solutions to all problems, or optimistic outline. Drink from me water for wine will take my taste. Loved by kings and artists, hated in a race.