Behind me trail the darkened lines. I keep beasts of troughs within my confines. Great men wield me in place of a sword, Yet pigs turn me to a filthy horde.

A fallen, famous king from a kingdom closed in walls, I met a tragic end, a small child caused my fall. My loss mourned far and wide, beyond my kingdom there were tears, I inspired countless memes, in terms of fame I have few peers.

I have four letters, removing my first and you can paddle across the lake, remove my second and you’ll be served a drink, remove my last and I might strangle. What am I?

I have four legs and eat grass I am noisy when I am angry and stubborn otherwise I may be called stupid and unwise All of you have me

Black as night, I watch and wait Clever mind, but dark of fate I feast on secrets, scraps, and grime If too many of us gather it might be a crime