A samurai in the city,

A warrior out of place,

Amidst the bustling crowds,

He walks with measured grace.

His sword at his side,

His armor gleaming bright,

He moves with quiet confidence,

Through neon-lit night.

In this modern world,

He stands out from the rest,

A symbol of ancient honor,

In a world that's lost its quest.

But still he walks on,

With his head held high,

A samurai in the city,

A true warrior, until he dies.