Four Hills

I.
There was a little, green hill on the shore
Where lonely stands a rock, both tall and wide,
Westward and weathered on it’s sea-ward side,
Upon it are graven tales of yore.
II.
There was a guarded hill above the swell
When all the world was tossed with stormy blue,
Two trees stand there from which an apple grew,
In turn to forest there in Eden's dell.
III.
There was a hill within a town-black’d glade
Where stood a knight that became the king
Of all Faerie and of him legends ring
He is forgotten and his realm a shade.
IV.
There is a stony hill that stands alone
Where three crosses stand in the eclipsed sun
And one deed leaves all evil deeds undone.
My soul remains there, by the victors throne.