Sacrificial Knife of the Raven Aspect

A curved blade, wicked and thin Stained with the lives of a hundred men It travels the world, passed unto victims Its wooden handle in the shape of a bird A trickster, the sun stealer, Paint fading with the passage of time Buried in graves, trapped in chests Found between ribs of an Indian chief Always kills, always seen In the heart of a horseman In the back of a sea captain Forever conniving, seeking blood Thirsting for its original purpose Following orders of druids long dead Their malevolence lives on In a knife of sacrifice, a flesh-carving blade Bringing the kiss of death Deceiving humans in simple ploys