Mata Hari
A woman of mystery, of legend and
lore
The grace of a dancer, the heart
of a whore
This was Mata Hari
Who will find the pathway crossed,
Who will mourn the vision lost,
Who will stop to count the cost,
Who will weep for Mata Hari?
Caught in a world between naughty
and nice
A complex woman of virtue and vice
Intimate secrets, divulge or imply
Whispered in passion to a possible
spy
Accusations, rumors, some false,
some true
A deadly game of people she knew
They played her as one of their
pawns in a game
They couldn't care less if they
brought her to shame
The men she loved and thought she
knew
Would prove to be shallow, dishonest,
untrue
They would forsake their "golden
goose"
To save their own necks from the
noose
Upon her last and final day
She faced the guns in grand array
After facing this disgrace
She found her final resting place
A woman of mystery, of legend and
lore
The grace of a dancer, the heart
of a whore
This was Mata Hari
Who will find the pathway crossed,
Who will mourn the vision lost,
Who will stop to count the cost,
Who will weep for Mata Hari?
(C) Copyright 2001 L.A. Sanders
