What an instrument such as this menacing knife, worthy of belonging to a Dothraki chieftain like Khal Drogo, is doing on the gate pillar of an empty lot I cannot fathom without resorting to great imagination. So saying, if you will be kind enough to indulge me in a few fantasies of my conjuring, I would first like to propose that perhaps it is a violent warning sign, one intimating that “if thou passes this threshold, thee will meet with a sanguinary ending.” A frightening thought indeed!
On second thinking, it may just be a forgotten tool belonging to a friendly agriculturalist in the neighborhood, who, a few days prior, had used the blade to severe a bunch of bananas from its stem, and since the tier of fruits was a heavy load to bear with one hand alone, was required to use the strength of both arms to lug the object of conquest back whence he or she came, and thus had no choice but to leave behind the sword, intending to come back for it later.
On third pondering, and with an alarming realization, I may have stumbled across a crime scene, and this was the murder weapon! A most distressing possibility. And the lack of red stains on the blade is no excuse to dismiss the case entirely, for it has been raining non-stop for the past few days, Cornelius the cat will confirm this fact, and the blood could have been washed away during that period. In all the Seven Kingdoms I must hastily warn the authorities! Then again, I wonder if this line of thinking comes from watching a few too many episodes of “Elementary,” wherein the modern-depicted Sherlock Holmes looks at everything from the perspective of a hungry detective.
On last thought, maybe I should just calm down and return to adoring and taking pictures of flowers instead.