The game of thrones,
a deadly dance,
every card, every chance,
ready your wetstones.

Women and men for hire,
swordarm and shield,
any weapon you wield,
money their sire.

The more you pay,
the more loyality they fake,
the more money they take,
the longer they stay.

Do never pay in advance,
choose them by hand,
to conquer a land,
to enhance your chance.

Rough, with a backstory untold,
peasants and aristocrates alike,
no matter when they strike,
some young, some old.

Organized, military drill,
with colours and banners,
regulary without manners
so many bellies to fill,

Criminal or not,
not in particular,
with hunger moral is far,
it depends a lot,

Are they on the winners side,
there is a codex to respect,
murder and rape to neglect,
still the borders are not wide.