Bill Ward of Black Sabbath has a Halloween poem for everyone

Bill Ward, Black Sabbath‘s original and best-known drummer, is also a poet, occasionally releasing some of what he’s written. Halloween seems to be one of his favourite times. Here’s what he has for us this year.

“If it’s going to take 
An eerie wind a whistling wind 
Let someone bring the wind 
If a full and yellowish moon is needed 
Bring the moon, 
Thunderclaps and lightning strikes too 
Promise now you’ll be there on the night 
With howling dogs and ghostly wails thru and thru, Aged and now for me some 76 years, 
Stillness and the ghosts in the kitchen 
Shaking the oaken drawers makes my back start itching Who’s this now, an arrogant fellow, 
Can’t stop talking, is he St. Vitus Dance, 
No no, 
Weary mice, seen Cinderella, 
Falling over red crabs, and toffee apples 
Marching and singing children’s songs 
Give a dog a treat, 
Give the cat a trick, 
The pretty nurses, at the old castle 
Carry dim lanterns, and a line forms 
All the way to the sound of ripples from the river, 
A mirage, forgotten pyramids 
Safe here and bound by historic chants and laughter from a hundred years ago, We all deserve laughter, 
We all deserve providence to alight itself, with joy, 
Nothing at all that is prickly prickly I’ll measure 
Will prosper, especially on this, 
The simplest of nights 
Apples bobbing, and the hand on the door, which never opens. Halloween dearest dark with laughter bright 
Clicking new shoes, at the Banquet of Queens. Silly sad faces, 
Sleepy children, 
It’s going to take an eerie wind, 
I think we’ll manage that spake The very tall happy person, 
Yes we can do that xo.”