Eris

I praise comely Eris, daughter of dark-cloaked Nyx,

wrathful one who knows her own worth, who knows the purpose

of conflict and rage, who knows that there are times

when vengeance is the proper response, when anger

is fitting. Eris, spirit of discord, spirit

of strife and of striving, spirit of rivalry,

in times of old it was well known that yours

is a world of nature and need, that you see well

the struggle within us. Eris of the battlefield,

Eris of the golden apple, I honor you.