A very rare fear
Make bear hide half a year,
Hibe burn nate ting in dark of his cave.
Scar rred by this fate
In lair bare but for hair,
Lies the bear head hear ring him bear rate.
Hear him bare his bear soul
Hate of self for the fear most,
Lost to whol worl dark goes in his mind.
Bury in side his bear hide
Feel here hole in his side,
Paws and sole of his feet same dull ache.
Have hurt seep ping at best
Home call him take king a rest,
Fear not I wont hunt you I am one of your kind.