The Young King & The Fair One Part 2

Roars like thunder That intimate space inbetween my chest Been here before Those words spoken before Roars like thunder That intimate space inbetween my ears Those words spoken before Soft and subtle like a mocking bird Roars like thunder That intimate space inbetween my fingers Soft and subtle like a mocking bird Piercing through like a double edge sword Roars like thunder That intimate space inbetween my chest Piercing through like a double edge sword I carried that sword with a brave heart Part 2: The Pause Poem written by Elizabeth Ramadikela (me)