He sits where fire escapes groan low
Summer heat begins to slow
Cloth runs hard on silver steel
Removing what the hunt revealed
Pigeons scatter, metal sings
Iron ribs and broken springs
He breathes in dust and drying sage
Turns the memory to a page
Silver shines in violet light
Aconitum blooms at night
Roots hold fast in cracked concrete
Life persists on every street
Oil cloth moves with patient grace
Wiping blood from blade's cold face
Mycelium creeps through mortar cracks
Binding what the violence lacks
Silver shines in violet light
Aconitum blooms at night
Roots hold fast in cracked concrete
Life persists on every street
No potion brewed in glass vial deep
Can wash the promises they keep
But chlorophyll and time align
To heal the fracture, mend the line
The fire escape lets out a sigh
As dusk swallows up the sky
He sheathes the sword in worn leather wrap
Watches night close up the gap
Artemisia pushes through the rust
Turning iron back to dust
He walks away on silent tread
Leaves the blooming to the dead
Silver shines in violet light
Aconitum blooms at night
Roots hold fast in cracked concrete
Life persists on every street
Silver shines where monsters fell
Bloom and blade know it too well
Iron sleeps, the flower wakes
Silver breathes the summer breaks
