Mata Hari 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

A dance woven in veils,
layers of silk hiding more than skin-
secrets whispered between steps,
each gesture a betrayel,
each glance a cipher.

Her smile, a promise
to those who wished to see,
her eyes, a silent pact
with every watching nation.
The lines between lover and liar,
blurred beneath painted lashes.

A double life played out
on stages where men believed
they held her close,
when in truth, they were bound
to her shadow,
ensnared in webs she spun
with a practiced ease.

She moved, a ghost in the smoke of war,
a specter with no allegiance
but to her own survival.
To France, to Germany, she pledged
a heart never given,
pledged truths twisted thin,
a script that shifted like sand
beneath the weight of trust.

They called her traitor,
but what nation could claim her,
when her only loyalty
was the art of deception,
the skill to vanish into myth?
Caught in her own snare,
she faded into history,
not as a patriot, .
but as a dance unchained,
a mistery still spinning.