Her desire for power was matched only by her allure
She was a crown princess, but with a false demure
She used charm with no romantic feelings inside
So dangerous, her venom found in words and dagger
Standing above her followers, her enemies cowered
With her decisive acts as monarch, none dared question
If her grand schemes would abide, or how she'd decide
As she made allies, subdued enemies in the same breath
She condemned prisoners with a venom of an adder
An army of foolish males would fall before her power
And she cared not one ounce for any other human
Her dream lover visited nightly, in her sleep
And she longed to join them in dream
