She rode right in on a wild mare of night
Swung on off the beast in search of a fight

In a drunken swoon did She stumble and sway
Left senseless ruin, trampling all in her way

Unsteady steps as She laid about ruin
Destroying lives like some fairytale bruin

None could stop this vicious sot
Many had tried, so hard they fought

Alcohol-driven idiocy and unfettered rage
Cut down all those who thought themselves sage

Slinging her weight with all her might
Many scrambling to avoid their inescapable plight

As She wore down and time had passed
Paused to laugh at the carnage amassed

Tossed the last corpse high in the air
Heaved a bored sigh and hopped on her mare

Its still unknown what drew chaos that night
Leaving blood gleaming in fire's last light

To this day, nothing grows on the old carnage and char
One will only find memorials along this deep scar


Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 1st of Arios, in the year 512 MA.