I will echo thee by spiderbaby

A simple thing,
a word,
but yet that it has power enough
to make heed seven times seventy souls
who needs must bend their ears to it's
dark majesty
and if,
and when, the letters form, take shape
upon thy mouth with soundless
mime or roar of public pain,
so
I will echo thee.
Mine ear shall catch this word,
e'en if inside, my heart denies it's barb.
Thus,
once tasted, bitter on my tongue,
I roll it round and forming it anew,
I call it back to thee.