Where nine rivers were passing through,
where suffering was sweet and true,
where precious blood soaked the earth,
where a thousand deeds were unlearnt.
A horn cried on the castle's cape,
a warrior stood proud in crepe.
The black silk mourned instead of him,
the lonely glory brought no vim.
This forgotten war knife is 32 cm long. forged of leaf-spring and a few files. It has a 19 cm long edge. the blade is 7 mm thick.
Its handle is made of forged iron and wenge.
The sheath is hand sewn of thick cowhide.
Hope you like it
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You know, I am always in a rush and constantly halting work to adjust and start and stop the camera is not helping at all. Actually it is quite difficult. (I really suck at multitasking)
But I thank you, for it.
