The Doors- ' Miami (part two)

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In the smoky haze of Miami's March night,
The Doors unleashed a wild symphony, a fiery delight.
Through Morrison's mystic gaze, a journey unfurled,
A tale of chaos and rebellion, in that tumultuous world.


WASP, the anthem, echoing through time,
A poetic rebellion, a rhythm so sublime.
In the aftermath, a courtroom's cruel embrace,
Falsely convicted, Morrison sought solace in space.


The Lizard King, a soul untamed,
In Parisian streets, his destiny named.
Appealing the verdict, in shadows he'd roam,
A poetic spirit, seeking a new home.


In the City of Lights, where dreams intertwine,
Morrison found refuge, a sanctuary divine.
Parisian nights whispered secrets untold,
In the echoes of poetry, his story unfolds.


A macabre dance with destiny, a fateful affair,
Jim Morrison's spirit lingering in the air.
Through cobblestone alleys and dimly lit doors,
He embraced the unknown, seeking poetic shores.


In the quietude of Père Lachaise, he lies,
A poetic phoenix, under Parisian skies.
The legacy lives on, in verses profound,
A poetic tapestry, forever unbound.


So let the words weave, like threads in the air,
In Morrison's macabre style, a poetic affair.
Through the Doors of perception, the journey persists,
In the symphony of WASP, where poetry exists.