A Tribute to Ozzy Osbourne

He walked where angels fear to tread,
With eyes alight and painted dread.
A crown of chaos on his brow,
He ruled the stage — he rules it now.

With Sabbath’s chords he shook the sky,
The riffs would scream, the doves would cry.
Through “Paranoid” and “War Pigs” loud,
He gave his soul to please the crowd.

He bit the night and drank the flame,
Unchained and wild, yet not to blame.
A bat, a dove — his myths took flight,
A jester dancing in the night.

“I am a dreamer,” he sang low,
A flicker in the evening’s show.
The years were harsh, the price was steep,
But still he woke the world from sleep.

Now silence holds his resting frame,
Yet still we speak and praise his name.
He lives eternally in sound,
Where devil’s howl and saints are found.

So raise the horns, both loud and high,
Let Ozzy’s echoes fill the sky.
Though now his final song is done,
He joins the stars, forever one.