The Foreigner Escorted

Hope enters the halls
This labyrinth before the dream
Maze before the gates

She has gleaned crafting
So in wisdom she reshapes
Stone and storm bloom green

She walks the garden
Too driven to stop and smell
Though the roses bloom

The guards beam at her
On some level they've waited
To see her approach

The guards escort her
Through city vast and bustling
Where none are exiled

Of a strange design
So the dreary might find rest
And homeless a home

The castle looming
All see these gates differently
That is her business

She'd met kings before
And she had toppled kingdoms
Kind eyes gave her pause 

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