Yallerhon - Arcs

Yallerhon - Arcs

Yallerhon

‘Neath the silent walls,
In the brambling dark
Alas my love,
I’m wrong.

Not the king, nor the pawn, nor the creak in your craw
Not the fig, not the faun in your frame.

Out, the offering
From these rootsy wrecks
And …

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