Deep in the Stockades,

You were felled by evil,

Your enemies celebrated,

With pancakes and treacle.

But fear not sweet Watchman,

For now you shall fly,

To the Heavenly Watch Office,

Located up in the sky.

And one day I shall join you,

All our worries set loose,

You'll have a beer,

And I shall have Orange Juice.

Poem by Cedric P. Tinkerton, In Memory of Banyl Dolosen (RIP)