The labyrinth maintained for years
by troth of those who built it
greened fast when they stopped.

Where do you start
to bring it back
when it's gone
to seed?
Indeed
the labyrinth's exemplary
of the idiom, its pathway untrod,

its name forgot. Though the forest
grow over it, you might, after all, find
your way if, as is still said, troth's a force.