With eloquence in her words
A lady reclaims the turf
Cutting across the lines 
Her eyes blazing fire inside.

In a picture of molten fury
A tempest waiting to land
Her enemies... beware
You do not stand a chance.

Hell hath no fury like a woman challenged 
The battlefield is much nearer than you portend 
Facing her fears with an intensity unmatched
She meets her nemesis with tact.

Just wait and watch to see
Here's the lady who once preened
Someone lost in the trials of life
Toughened by walking through the embers of pyres.