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.

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