Give My Best To Beck.

By: Rhyyn Posted on: May 10, 2007

A Sept-ku for the Constable

I went to see Beck:
He was not there. It was like...
Sapience had died.

Steadfast standing guard
'gainst wildcat and weasel too
he's more than a pig.

Why then did he go?
Does he have a family?
Or a pipe to smoke?

Was he out of gold?
No! That is impossible
He never runs out

His pockets are full:
always. Like his bravery.
His valor stands tall.

Think of him no less,
when I speak of his absence.
He stands eternal

So praise him again,
when next you and he cross paths,
give my best to Beck