The Doors ' Triad'

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A Tale of Woe: Sharon’s Triangle

In the glow of Hollywood’s bold parade,
Where love and secrets dangerously played,
A stylist, a queen, a visionary’s wife,
Entwined in the madness that devoured their life.

Sharon, glowing, a child yet to be,
With Polanski’s love, the world at her feet,
But fate has a way, in cruel disguise,
To paint darkest shades over bright, clear skies.

Jay, the man who styled the stars,
Not just for fame, but love’s deep scars,
Once lover, still friend, in silence he stood,
A bond unbroken, misunderstood.

The Manson family, shadows in the night,
Drew closer, their rage to ignite,
A twisted act of fate's cruel hand,
To bring down love in a bloodstained land.

On Cielo Drive, the night did fall,
A dream crushed under a deadly thrall,
Sharon, so close to mother’s grace,
Jay by her side in this final place.

Like Romeo to Juliet, love bled dry,
Queen of the Highway took to the sky,
A port where woe and sorrow can't seep,
Where love, once shattered, now finds sleep.

In whispered winds, their spirits fly,
Together, forever, in the stars they lie,
The byway they walked, laden and true,
To where their love, unbroken, grew.

The cruel world took, but cannot tear,
What thrives in the ether, free from despair.
In the end, their love ascends the pain,
In Hollywood’s memory, they remain.