To beat back the bear    
One must wear the fortress  
Of outward iron maiden  
    
A sneer and tortured intent    
Spiking steely eyes    
through triangulate of iris    
Sticking through it    
welling the blue    
And the belladonna    
Blooming through rage    
like primal    
feral crushing    
It glows and brightens the circle    
as if the whole sky were there    
    
En masse    
at large    
The posse en route    
Vigilante purpose violating all compact    
Builds the refugee    
And it's hovering camp    
    
it growls    
And grows    
too large and uncompromising    
Oh what nastiness,    
she shows sharp teeth    
    
To clamp and clang    
Down on it    
with the fury and force    
Of the whole    
Of the clan and brutal squeeze    
    
It might crimp the fortress    
And its shiny style    
Like the knights    
In a state of madness    
And their oddly worn smirks    
Would leave them alone    
    
Would they be fingerless  
And folly their way back home  
unable to remove themselves  
From the cloak  
And its vice  
now sweltering unimportant  
Enclosure  
  
And leave them exposed by harsh  
Sound and sight  
And the eyes of others  
Never having trampled  
Into their wilderness  
  
such spectacle  
Would be ghastly  
And devoutly remembered  
attached in the permanent mind  
And fearsome gesture there  
  
gesture would fly  
he would be unable to catch it  
But he would reach