A friend wrote a poem in Ireland, just for me!

My Dearest Chaos

to the one who holds tattoos of time gently in her hands
to the one with whom entwined the sacred dragon stands
and all the mighty seas unbound in her make free
the foam and waters radical and riptides merrily
this priestess errant, goddess rampant, rogue and trickster queen
this bitch witch lover licking tangled tongues of flaming green
who rides the dead like demons and the demons like the breeze
the one in whom profane and holy mingle memories...

C. S. E. Cooney