I have a bank, but no money. I have a bed, but can't sleep. One could say my nature is runny, But it's my anger that makes one weep.

A ring of water, guarding the castle, Protecting the throne, be it lord or vassal. A liquid hug around old towers, Keeping enemies at bay for hours.

What region of the streets stabs you in the back?

I’ve sent a titan to its eternal bed, Yet I’m crisp, validated when you’re eating my head. When seen, it’s only a peak, just a thread. In a sea of green or blue, be aware of your tread.

I welcome ships, a haven for rest. I hold what festers, ill-will manifest. I shelter from storm or trap feelings within. One word, different meanings, one safe and one grim.