Note: I decided to write a poem about a legend from my town which I have heard since I was a kid, I think you will like it here is its summary about the legend:
Once upon a time, a knight from Muszyna fell in love with a Krynica shepherdess. The knight's father did not want to agree to the marriage because the girl was poor. When the king called for a war expedition, he sent his son on it, thinking he would forget his poor beloved. When the knight was returning to his hometown after the expedition, he was attacked by robbers on Park Mountain in Krynica. The groans of the wounded man were heard by a shepherdess, grazing sheep nearby. Having seen her beloved, she knelt down and began praying to the Mother Mary, asking for his healing. Great was her surprise when she saw a spring flowing out right next to her. She washed the knight's wounds with it and he soon recovered, and the father agreed to marry his son to the poor shepherdess. When the devils heard about the existence of a miraculous spring with life-giving water in Krynica, they decided to destroy it. One of them lifted a huge stone from the Tatra Mountains to drop it on them. But a rooster crowed under the top of Jaworzyna - the devil got scared and dropped the stone. It lies there to this day.
On the ridge of Jaworzyna, where the wind sings songs of the mountains, a spring flows, woven from prayers and tears, created at the plea of a girl from Krynica, who, with her heart, sought to save her one true knight. The spring shared its waters like bread, blessing those whose fortune had slipped away. And as joy blossomed in the hearts of the villagers, the devil stomped in fury, shaking the earth beneath him. Enraged, he tore a mighty boulder from the Tatras, intending to seal the divine gift in eternal silence. He carried it with fire in his eyes, his whispered curses slicing through the stillness. But just before he could strike the spring, a rooster crowed, sharp and piercing as dawn. Startled, the devil let the stone slip from his grasp, and it settled there, as though a legend had been frozen in rock.
You had me at Tatras :) I've been trying over the last few years to get in touch with my Slovak roots (although I think you maybe be coming at these from the Polish side if I'm not mistaken). But as an American, I find it difficult to find information and tap into these Slavic stories.