They called me Mata Hari
and they taught me how to dance
and they made me give up everything
without one bit of romance
They named me Mata Hari
and I danced all night, all day
but they soon tired of dancing
and I could not make them stay
When I was Mata Hari
and I danced for fighting men
I lived in dreams, behind smoke screens
they adored me, praised me, then
They loved me, Mati Hari
for I danced among the best
and when they came so weary
I gave them place to rest
And I, still Mati Hari
danced 'til I could dance no more
they called me spy, said I would die,
denounced me as a whore
My name was Mata Hari
and I danced for kings and queens
and my mocking kiss 'fore firing squad
will haunt them in their dreams
Author notes
Written March 17th, 2005
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This is beautiful, it makes me think of a fairy tale or a legend. I love how it sort of falls into place in a smooth dancing-esque rhythm. I like it a lot, great job!
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luv it
this is awesome, i luv dancin -
Very orignal, seemed like a song when i read it. It was pretty cool. I liked it...
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Fantastic
This was amazing. I loved the originality of it!
Siobhan! -
brilliant !
oo !! i love it !! soo beautifully written ! i love the plot of this .. i agree with lurch , i love how it unfolds . very well done ! keep up the great worrk ! <3
x0o j0yCee* -
sweet
Brilliant. The poem seems like a song when you read it. I like the way the poem unfolds. Keep on writing \m/!!!
-lurch
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