In a dreadful night
where the moon was shining bright,
a mysterious maiden came running through.
Her face terrified,
for she was to become today a lovely bride,
but her love had just died.
Deep in a forest,
she was weeping in the dead of night,
under the soft moonlight.
But when morning came,
she was already gone
and nothing was left of the girl,
except a beautiful willow tree in her name.
Head full of despair.
Like sunset skies.
With her alluring mind,
she eats men alive.
With her deadly seduction,
she embraces her destruction.
This is a poem about Eris, the Greek Goddess of Chaos and Discord.
— The End —