The sun shines brightly over the Golden Walk,
I see an old friend and we stop to talk.

He mentions thoughts of bashing in Montagu,
and ask if I would like to go to.

The warm spring air rushes through my long hair,
and I stop and wonder if I dare.

He beckons me to follow,
as I suggest, "Maybe the sewers tommorow?".

Chaos flows through my veins,
as he graps his chariot by the reigns.

Once we arrive,
I step up to his side.

And so we begin,
lost in the fresh spring breeze,
bashing for things to please,
Eris! Our Lady of Chaos!

It begins to get late,
and those corpses, they can't wait.

So we head back to town,
where the shrine of Eris can be found.

We offer our corpses and begin to shout,
ALL HAIL ERIS!

This is what chaos is all about!

Sraetrevlis Aramar

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Valnuary, in the year 327 AF.