The Yarrowing

The monster did not have a cave

The monster never, ever waved:

Only claws that rend and tear

Bloodied fur, this hungry lair!

The magician wandered inside

Without even a Jay by his side!

“All this death, the grim release -

There are options more than these.”

The monster growled and bared a tooth

The magician hit it with the roof.

“I don’t fear you, thus I defang.”

“Die!,” the monster lunged, harangued.

“Look at the damage humans have done;

All you do nothing next to the ozone.

You aren’t scary when next to me

All you do is kill, and never softly.”

“I am a monster,” the monster said.

“Yes, but one day you’ll be dead.

And no one will be left to remember you -

True fear is that which outlives you.”

The monster thought that over

And with a shiver did discover

The magician spoke only truth

The world itself a bitter proof.

“Leave your cave behind you;

A new destiny will find you.”

And the monster walked outside

And met a Jay who did not hide!

“Hi, Monster friend, a new face

Lets you be monstrously acesome!”

And where the monster had been

A flower gleamed unlike a grin.

“Ah, Jay?” the magician asked,

Cuz this wasn’t a jaysome task.

“What kind of binding was this

If the monster can’t even hiss?”

“Yarrow is poisonous a little bit,

I’s kinda not a monster I admit

But I had a prompting to win

And this is now a shoo-in!”

The magician spoke no words

Wise in the ways of the absurd

The monster was left to flower

As its only source of power