I can still hear the train screeching,
Rearing its charcoal iron horse gears
‘Round the bend, the devil won’t rend
This train a wreck, for the train
Wrecked the crazy out of the devil!
I...I...I...
I could not, would not sound any alarm.
I let the obsidian behemoth rip through,
Fire blazing from its molten core metal wheels,
Sparks spraying like pyrotechnics
At a miracle man’s demon deliverance show.
Within the black steel strider,
Was one eccentric conductor, no rider,
Could be heard stomping about—
A gigantic iron bloke—
With an appetite for darkness,
Laying away the illusion of light.
In one moment, there as I watched,
As I strained and squinted my eyes wide,
I could hear him singing electric scour,
Not a note he sang was sour—
I say this with the utmost respect and pride.
Then that train, bent upward and began to glide.
It disappeared in the clouds so dark and wide.
And though he’ll be seen here no more,
He’ll see every last one of us on the other side.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Good bye Ozzy but not his memory or music. A lovely tribute to an icon.
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