/ September 3, 2019
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I looked at the eyes of Darion The great grandson of Orion Born and brought up as an Arian But a perfect image of a barbarian Conceived as a cyclone in the Atlantic Turned to a hurricane in Martinique Before pounding Freeport and Bahamas And now lining cities up like panoramas But what really want Dorian Stinging cities like a scorpion Leaving behind dead bodies To falter all our lores and studies…