Men go to battle
But women wage the war
The pen be her greatest weapon
Mightier than the sword

A woman knows the way to win
For it is she who beds the king
That holds the kingdom in her hand
And carries a fatal sting

She does not favor bloodshed
For poison is much cleaner
Pity those who cross her
For soon they’ll be taken by the “fever”

Men go to battle
But women wage the war
If you were expecting a damsel
You won’t find what you’re looking for