Fluorescent buzz cuts the station air
Silver sings beneath his careful care
Black ichor stains the white cotton rag
Night train shakes the tile and tag
At three AM the blade drinks light
No monsters left for tonight's fight
He breathes slow where the rails converge
Steel sings clean on the platform's edge
Medallion rests on a wool coat chest
Vibrates quiet when the beasts are blessed
Rat skitters past a discarded cup
Witcher works while the city sleeps up
At three AM the blade drinks light
No monsters left for tonight's fight
He breathes slow where the rails converge
Steel sings clean on the platform's edge
Camera clicks from a shadowed stair
Teen runaway with wind-tangled hair
She frames the scene in a stolen glance
Silver arc in a violet trance
At three AM the blade drinks light
No monsters left for tonight's fight
He breathes slow where the rails converge
Steel sings clean on the platform's edge
Dawn bleeds slow through the metal grate
He sheathes the blade, claims his path
No trophy taken, no coin exchanged
Just quiet steel, clean and rearranged
At three AM the blade drinks light
No monsters left for tonight's fight
He breathes slow where the rails converge
Steel sings clean on the platform's edge
Morning takes the night's dark pledge
Shutter snaps, the moment keeps
City wakes while the witcher sleeps
