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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