View Full Version : A Kris-Mas Tale.., for Jody

12-24-2003, 05:37 AM
'Twas the night before Kris-Mas, when all grinding must stop,
Not a c-wheel was turning, at anyone's shop;
The blade blanks were stored in each Smith's favorite lair,
With hope that a miracle would soon come to bear;

The Bali-Folks gathered from hither and yond,
The celebrate Kris-Mas at Middle Earth pond;
Some Knightly, some brazen, some Elven, some Dwarfed,
Some common, some wealthy, some novel, some morphed;

These masses were gathered with uncommon glee,
For they soon would bear witness, to the first Kris-Mas tree;
The handles so lustered, the inlays precise,
With blades wearing edges as clean as fresh ice;

Each piece was placed gently, with the utmost of care,
Handles spread freely, with branches to spare;
Emotions were rising as the tree took to form,
But soon came a sadness, and emotional storm;

Participants gathered and smilies turned to frowns,
Our work had been joyous, but our planning not sound;
We gazed at our workings, and viewed it as junk,
For no matter the beauty, we had not a TRUNK! :(

A red Moon grew glaring on the new Middle Earth snow,
The wind howled like Demons, at our uncharted blow;
When, what to our frost bitten ears did we hear,
The sound of a Burr-King, not far, but not near;

Our heads turned abruptly, eyes blinded with fire,
The sparks flew like hearth stones, with both fury and eyre;
Both Elvens and Dwarves, soon knew just what to do,
Our TRUNK was in making, our dream may come true;

The word spread quite wildly, and the rumors they flew,
The return of the [Master].., was it coming.., and true;
A mist floated to us, 'twas both chilling yet mild,
And a calm came upon us as we whispered as child;

From the bowels of the darkness strode a wide shouldered man,
Cloaked in blackness, and hooded, clutching cold steel in hand;
He mounted the piece as the TRUNK of our tree,
And was gone to the mist without word or decree;

All Dwarves, and all Elvens scurried quickly to follow,
But he stopped them by signal.., they returned back in sorrow;
His figure moved swiftly, and the wind seized to blow,
The mist became snowflakes, the Moon's glare became glow;

As we watched his departure, came a thunderous roar,
But 'twas simply his Dragon, which he mounted to soar;
But we heard him exclaim, perching briefly on ledge,

"Merry Kris-Mas from [The Far Side].., and to all a sharp edge!"

12-24-2003, 05:58 AM
Just a simple Holiday thanks and tribute from those of us in Bali-Ville to Benchmade Knife Company.

To Les and Roberta De Asis for their vision and efforts to bring the knife we all love to this country as a quality piece of cutlery, and of course, to Jody Samson, [Master] Sword Maker, for making their vision a reality.{28B63084-1749-47DD-9D3C-275ECD6C3FF7}/picture.JPG

A Happy and Safe Holiday to everyone, let's have a great 2004!

12-24-2003, 08:06 AM
####! That's the coolest thing I've seen in a long time! Probably the most original picture I'm ever likely to see. :) Nice job! That's a sweet sword you got there, ####... And a very nice song. :)

Merry Christmas!!

12-24-2003, 11:16 AM
That is freaking awesome, Pete.

You know what would make it a really Merry Kris-Mas? If some of those found their way to my house :D

12-25-2003, 08:25 PM
I could care less about the presents if I had a Kris-mas tree like that... Great shot, Pete. :eek: :D

12-26-2003, 08:28 AM
Just had to come back to this one.. that flamberge is *stunning*. What is that.. maybe a 30" blade?

12-26-2003, 02:29 PM
Amazing. That flamberge is by far the finest execution of a kris grind I have ever seen, and the fact that it is done in a couple of feet of steel is just really impressive.

12-28-2003, 12:35 PM
Originally posted by nybble
Just had to come back to this one.. that flamberge is *stunning*. What is that.. maybe a 30" blade?

Felix.., the blade is 26"..., 1/4" 5160....OAL = 32"

12-29-2003, 05:11 PM
thanx, pete!!
i've had to come back to this pic several times just to take it all in.