Wallowa Lake Monster

As if you know the story of Wallowa Lake:
 Leviathan first hid in the deep where her children sleep
 She kept them hidden from the plague
 But have you heard the story of my mother's fate?
 She left us in Detroit in the rain with a pillow case
 Fortune for the paper weight
 We followed her to Joseph, near the Indian raid
 She wept among the weeds, hide and seek, for the fallen chief
 Spathiphyllum on his grave
 And like the cedar wax wing, she was drunk all day
 We put her in the sheet, little wreath, candles on the crate
 As the monster showed its face
 As she waits for her children in the shade
 Demogorgon or demigod the ghost parade
 No oblation will bring her back to our place
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 She stayed within the deep end of Wallowa Lake
 The undertow refrained with the flame of a feathered snake
 Charybdis in its shallow grave
 She gave us one last feature: the fullness of her face
 In the shade of "Hin-mah-too-yah..." (Red Napoleon)
 As the demon took her place
 As we wait for the waters to reside
 Her remarkable stoicism and her pride
 When the dragon submerged we knew she had died