The Electric Voodoo of Jimi Hendrix Poem

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Jimi, a legend who played with fire,
His guitar skills burned, reached higher,
A maestro of electric voodoo,
A psychedelic, soulful brew.
Fingers danced upon the strings,
As he unleashed melodic stings,
His solos soared, a cosmic flight,
A symphony of pure delight.
With wild riffs and bending notes,
He painted music with rainbow coats,
An innovator, a true trailblazer,
A sonic sorcerer, a sound raiser.
His voice echoed, raw and bold,
A bluesy tale of stories untold,
His lyrics spoke of love and pain,
A poet's soul, a rebel's refrain.
On stage he danced, in a trance,
As the crowd moved in a cosmic dance,
His music transcended race and creed,
A universal language, indeed.
Though he left the world too soon,
His legacy continues to swoon,
The electric voodoo he once weaved,
Forever in our hearts, believed.