I rise and fall as boats stall over mountain ridges and trolls fidges stone by stone built up in rome just to fall back down in london

Red lines cross on blue, framed in white. Built from older flags, stitched into one. Raised on ships and over castles. Say 'together' first, then a common bird, then captain’s first name.

I rise above the ground to watch the land, sometimes I hold a clock, sometimes a bell’s command. In stories, a princess may wait inside my wall, stone and shadow standing tall.

I'm a fruit that's lived on for ages. I'm picked from a tree - but avoid my sap, or I'll irritate for free. Wasps used to lay eggs in me, that's how I got fertile. Now commercialization has changed that - unless you eat from the wild.

When borne by the King, I'd sparkle with stones, Worn too by the Dragon, In a bright golden tone, I clung to the Angels, and devils indeed, Like 'Evil' incarnate, atop silver steed