I am a reminder of the past, forcibly given. Some can be seen, others only felt. I may be attractive to some and repulsive to others. I can be lessened, but never completely erased.

I am one of seven. We all are separate but connected, except for two. A very long time ago only one of us were around.

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 whispered in Paris, then roared in St. Petersburg, I topple crowns and shake the calm. I spin without moving, I burn without flame, I am feared by those who cling to old names.