Lady Jaille, the Devil One

The tallest mountain is also the whitest.
On the peak, there is one white tree.
On the tree, there is one black flower,
The only blemish on the snowy face.

The oldest words are also the truest.
They say the flower is the heart of the wife of the moon.
Left behind from when she landed there,
Fallen from the moon,
Fallen angel from the light.

The branch had pierced and kept her heart,
And with her heart, she left her son.

The Eagle brought him to the Doe and the Fish.
The Moon gave him to the Earth and the Sea.
The Island of Nurture and he River of Protection
Still do guard the child's family.

They called him King Absalom
Half god, half devil,
Raised by neither,
Loved by four.

The mother that carried the King,
The Lady Jaille, The Devil One
Longs to hold her long lost son,
Roaming the lands with molted wings.
Plucking away the criblings,
Searching all and finding none.

Author notes

This is an intro to the draft of one of the first stories in my collection-thing. It's the background legend around the kingdom mentioned. It's all literal to the story, so don't confuse yourselves too much.

Personally, I like the last few stanzas better than the first. And while some parts rhyme, I'm sorry there's no consistent rhyme scheme. Normally I don't rhyme at all, this just got lucky.

Does anyone but me want to pronounce cribling crib-el-ling? And I made up the word, so could you tell what it meant?

p.s - this background fits perfectly!!! I'm so excited!