Apache scorn

The Apache scorn has an edge of its own
Sharpened it cuts or cleaves even through bone
Nothing is wasted when a kill has been made
All the way down to bone beads that they trade
Spring steel shaped that slices through flesh
Wrapped with ceramic to keep the steel looking fresh
A quarter inch thick and over twelve inches long
There is no job to big if an attitude goes wrong
A limited number is all that exists
Preferred quality that your life insists
a silent blade in which you co exist
Permanently Silenced