Yallerhon - Arcs by Yallerhon published on 2013-05-31T17:01:00Z ‘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 oh, my stars I’m wrong. Not the rose, not the thorn, nor the prick in your paw Not the scene, nor the sawed in your swain. Genre Folk