Enchantress

Enchantress of the mess
Eris the Goddess in gown an flowing dress
Yes - bless, this entrance to the fortress
Temptress, she must confess
Truth is full of truth-less
minds are full and fruitless
Then Eris raises her smile
cast her eyes upon you for a while
and all that stifled view before
Eris became the only cure
and mid that chaotic storm
the future formed in view adored
by past and present folk
Enchantress Eris cracking eggs
offering the golden yoke
beware those of feint heart
you may choke and fall apart
A warrior oak one must be
to taste this egg of the free
Golden and delicious it tastes to thee
hanging high upon a Tree.