He sits on zinc where chimney pots align
Silver blade catches midnight Paris shine
Oil cloth moves with patient surgical grace
Taxus baccata watches from its place
Roots remember what the steel erases
Silver and soil in the midnight air
Witcher and green things both laid bare
Steel meets root in Paris night
Cleaning kills with chlorophyll light
Silver and soil make the wrong things right
Whetting stone sings a low metallic hymn
Lavandula releases scent on whim
Monster ichor lifts in greasy streaks
Artemisia drinks what darkness seeks
Chlorophyll heals what the hunter breaks
Silver and soil in the midnight air
Witcher and green things both laid bare
Steel meets root in Paris night
Cleaning kills with chlorophyll light
Silver and soil make the wrong things right
Cat eyes reflect the Sacré-Cœur glow
Salvia officinalis watches below
Quen sign shimmers on the pitted steel
Quercus roots anchor what is real
Photosynthesis mends the wounds time heals
Silver and soil in the midnight air
Witcher and green things both laid bare
Steel meets root in Paris night
Cleaning kills with chlorophyll light
Silver and soil make the wrong things right
Metro rumble shakes the wrought iron rail
Silver sings its high lonesome scale
Yrden trap glows in potted earth
Mentha piperita knows its worth
Soil and steel share a quiet birth
Medallion hums against his chest
Lavender calms the hunter's rest
No monster left to track or test
Only photosynthesis does its best
Silver and soil put the soul to test
Dawn bleeds pale over Montmartre stone
Blade rests clean in sheath of bone
Rosmarinus drinks the morning light
Witcher sleeps through pale sunrise bright
Roots hold fast through eternal night
Silver and soil in the midnight air
Witcher and green things both laid bare
Steel meets root in Paris night
Cleaning kills with chlorophyll light
Silver and soil make the wrong things right
Silver and soil on the terrace rail
Roots hold the blade while night turns pale
