Maqui and The Spy - poem

Eyes like blackholes,
They bore into my soul,
Can she see everything inside?
In a dessolate place,
Somewhere out in space,
In the bar where they all confide...

She's dark and cold,
With stories left untold;
Demons eyes and horns.
I hear them conspire,
About Cardassian gunfire,
Fight for their freedom at dawn.

She says that this will make them,
They'll never let it break them,
Take back the land they call home,
And while they conspire,
Does she know I'll defy her,
Turn away and betray our own?

I'm not fighting for the boarder,
I'm just following my orders,
Agent infiltrating their cell.
Their hands are covered with blood,
Turning their world into mud,
With their private war and hell.

Eyes like black holes,
Bore into my soul,
Does she see the flag I fly?
Somewhere out in space,
Inside her Maqui base,
Does she see through my lies?