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. ...