The helmet holes afford a proxy eye
A camera obscura helps it heal
All suit of armour mirrors state of sky
And forest camouflage of real to real
The foe are flexed if close at mirror shy
In smoke out seige offense their fate I seal
At smack of mace on granite sparks yet fly
In smudge they suffocate it closes deal
The padded greaves and sabots serve as splints
If bones are battle broken theyre propped in place
Inside the visor baffled nether face
In smoke I squint unwitnessed while I wince
The castle reservoir its spring and moat
I grip again to keep the realm afloat
Chorus moat gully trench
