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The Demon’s Head #101: At Knife Point
April
17, 2013
Hello all its bright and early on Wednesday. It’s
still weird looking at the numbers and realizing that I’m now writing editions
of this blog into the triple digits. If you missed it I offered up my special
100th edition special with some new information. You can check that post out
here. That’s enough of my raving today. Let’s check out today’s picture.
At
Knife Point
It
was a family air loom,
Passed
down from father,
To
son,
But
there’s something about,
This
special blade,
This
blade was made in the early 1700’s,
It
was said to be cursed,
To
control the man who wielded it,
But
it was all urban legend,
That
was until three generations ago,
My
great grandfather received the knife,
On
his 18th birthday,
All
in life,
Was
fine,
And
the knife sat unused,
And
in its case,
Until
my grandfather found,
A
man who robbed,
And
beat grandma,
In
the back alley,
Of
a bar one night,
When
he was 58,
The
unlucky robber,
Found
himself with 72 new holes,
That
hadn’t been there that morning,
And
my grandpa found his way into prison,
My
dad was only 16,
Life
went on,
And
my dad,
Got
the knife,
From
my grandma,
On
his 18th birthday,
She
knew that dad wanted it,
And
as odd as it was,
The
blood still seemed fresh,
On
the blade,
But
it went back in its case,
And
there it sat,
For
another 30 Years,
This
time my dad,
Was
on the handled end,
Giving
a man 23 new holes,
For
looking at my mother,
The
wrong way,
My
dad,
Also
found his way,
Into
a jail cell,
At
the time I was 17,
Shortly
thereafter,
During
a visit to the prison,
My
dad gave me permission,
To
get the knife,
When
I was 18,
When
I did,
I
felt pride,
Fear,
And
joy,
And
now as it sits on the shelf,
I
can hear the yells of the men,
Whose
life were ended,
At
the hands of my family,
And
I can’t help but wonder,
When
the voices,
Will
start talking to me,
Begging
me to follow in the footsteps,
Of
my fathers’ before me,
I
listen to the screams,
From
the blood on the blade,
And
feel the smile on my face,
Spread,
Knowing
that my day,
Is
coming soon,
About
The Piece
The
picture above just seems to look like a fancy knife. When I first saw it that’s
exactly what I thought it was. Then I realized every fancy style anything has a
story. I thought that I could take the knife and craft a story from it. I felt
that it was a strange, yet strong story that was worth telling and in the end
that’s all anyone can ask for when they write anything.
I
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Until
the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the
demon’s head, I’m Kyle Robinson
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