Lizard King's Lament Poem

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The Lizard King, a rebel soul,
A poet with a heart so bold,
Jim Morrison, a man untamed,
His spirit wild, his words inflamed.
With leather pants and shaggy mane,
He sang of love and death's dark reign,
A voice that roared, a mind that soared,
A tortured soul, a music lord.
He lived in chaos, drowned in fame,
Haunted by demons, lost in flame,
A poet lost in mystic dreams,
Seeking truth in psychedelic streams.
His eyes held secrets, mysteries deep,
A soul on fire, a restless leap,
He left too soon, a legend's fate,
A legacy that still captivates.
The Lizard King, forever gone,
But his poetry and music live on,
A countercultural icon, a rockstar's story,
Jim Morrison, forever in glory.