The Jambrosh and the Darkling Wood


Twas early morn, the mist did creep,

And shadows long began to leap.
The forest stirred, with whispers low,
As tales began to softly flow.


In the depths where wild things roam,
A monster waits, far from home.
The Jambrosh, fierce, with eyes aglow,
It slithered, hissed, and moved below.


It had no wings, no claws or teeth,
But in its gaze, a darkness wreath.
Its shape was veiled in smoke and fog,
A creature born from dream and bog.


The villagers would often say,
"Beware the dark, stay far away!"
For none who ventured dared return,
And whispered tales did twist and turn.


But one young lad, with heart so bold,
Decided he would be so bold,
To seek the beast, with sword in hand,
And find the creature in the land.


He packed his bag, with bread and cheese,
And set out through the swaying trees.
His eyes were sharp, his mind was set,
To face the Jambrosh and forget.


Through the twists and turns, he ventured deep,
Where shadows twisted, and night did creep.
The trees were tall, their roots did twist,
A land where light and dark exist.


The wind did howl, the leaves did dance,
Yet still he walked, not lost in trance.
He knew his task, he knew his way,
To find the beast, and make it pay.


The deeper still, the forest grew,
Until the sky was dark with dew.
And there before him, in the mist,
He saw the shape, the figure twist.


The Jambrosh stood with eyes aflame,
Its body hid in shades of flame.
It roared aloud, its voice a cry,
That echoed deep within the sky.


The lad stood firm, his sword held high,
His courage strong, his heart defied.
With one swift move, he made his way,
And slashed at what did block his way.


But no! The sword did pass right through,
The Jambrosh laughed, a laugh askew.
For in its eyes, the truth was clear,
It was no beast to fight or fear.


The lad did pause, his breath held tight,
As the mist cleared, revealing light.
The Jambrosh, once a shape of dread,
Now formed a figure, soft and red.


It smiled wide, and reached a hand,
And spoke in tones so soft and grand.
"Young lad," it said, "you’ve come so far,
But the battle fought was just a scar."


"For in your heart, there lies the key,
To see the truth, to set you free."
The lad stood still, his mind a swirl,
The Jambrosh's words began to unfurl.


"You sought a monster, fierce and wild,
But found instead a truth beguiled.
The fear you chased was not from me,
But from within, that you must see."


The lad, now lost in thought and light,
Felt something stir within his sight.
He lowered his sword, his heart now clear,
The Jambrosh’s truth, he held so near.


"You sought to fight what wasn’t there,
A shadow born from deep despair.
The darkling wood, the mist, the fear,
Were just reflections, crystal clear."


The forest sighed, the wind grew still,
And in the air, there was a thrill.
The lad now saw the hidden truth,
The Jambrosh’s words, a silver sleuth.


The beast was gone, its form dissolved,
Yet still, the truth was now resolved.
For in his heart, the lad did know,
That fear and doubt will come and go.


The darkling woods, the twisted trees,
Were but the shadows of the breeze.
And all the monsters, fierce and wild,
Were figments born from fear defiled.


The lad returned, his heart now light,
No longer bound by fear or fright.
The villagers cheered, but he did smile,
For he had learned the truth the while.


The Jambrosh lived not in the trees,
But in the heart, where fear does freeze.
And now, the lad, with courage bold,
Had found the truth, the tale untold.


And so, the village laughed and sang,
For no more would the bells of fear clang.
The Jambrosh, once a beast of dread,
Was now a tale of truth instead.



This poem takes the form of a whimsical adventure, drawing inspiration from Jabberwocky through its use of mythical creatures and playful language while exploring deeper themes of fear, courage, and self-discovery.


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