I can be many things, great or small. I can even be non-corporeal. I'm not heavy, on the contrary. The dark I scare away, and after too many drinks your head will feel this way

If you climb over me to obtain something that wasn’t yours, you will need me to unload your ill-gotten asset.

Without a castle I’d be a pond. Without following my path you’d surely come to harm. With walls and water I guard the way, with many watchmen keeping intruders at bay.

The preffered place for those entertainers who need to stick the perfect landing.

I stand in place, firm and tall, sometimes a fence, or a wall. I keep apart what shouldn’t meet, yet let the cautious pass discrete.