The Artifact is a chipped Holocron, purple and black and at the touch of a Force-sensitive, it's colour changes and shimmers upon the surface of the object. It is cuboid in shape with etchings curling across it#s body that never seems to end. Following it with an untrained eye could possibly cause one to go mad due to the ever-shifting colours and patterns. When opened its edges slide around one another like some twisted Rubix cube and when fully open it displays an emitter inside with engravings similar to those on the outside of the Holocron but in finer details.

Rhymed Poem

Within this box secrets I do keep,
Open if you dare for I may cause you to Weep,
I am not fit for any sane mind,
For those of good heart and those that are kind.

Do I hold the future or perhaps the past?
Perhaps of great treasures or truths that will always last.
Do you dare to open and see whats within,
To test your very soul and darken it with sin.

Perhaps I hold nothing at all,
A falsehood to keep you on the ball.
Perhaps I am everything that you have ever sought,
The reason for every battle you have fought.

Or perhaps I am death come for you at last,
Here to take your soul after all my collection is vast.
Perhaps I am everything you hope to be,
Why don't you open me and see?

A Silver and Gold Platter
With Haiku for You

Artifact description:
A small, solid gold tablet in a precisely crafted trapezium shape, measuring twelve to sixteen inches wide, eight inches high and half an inch deep. The tablet is easy to hold thanks to two convenient handles. There is an identical pair of inscriptions on both sides of the tablet. The tablet appears pristine and burnished, almost like it was newly forged. The script is written in an ancient Sith tongue, with depictions of figures raising the tablet high above them. The edges are enhanced with a silver filigree, forming a hooked and jagged pattern, and sharp silver horns curve out from the four points of the trapezium.

Following months of translations, the script finally reads:
For those who wish it,
Finding the true dark power
There are but two steps:

With loud voice, you cry
Out to the sky and accept
The darkness within

To keep yourself dark,
With tablet in hand turn it
Over and chant this:

I can turn tablets!
Just spin me right round Jedi!
I can turn tablets!

To stay on dark path,
Please turn me over again,
And repeat once more.

There was a mysterious medallion hanging upon the beaded string. The string itself was made of corded leather, adorned with 13 white beads, discolored to be comparative in hue to that of an exotic fruit from Kashyyk. At a closer look, the beads are old knuckle bones, taken from those defeated in combat. Over the years, the beads have been worn down, smooth and rounded from the wear and tear of centuries. The medallion itself is made of an old tarnished metal, that slightly gives the glint of silver. In the center of the medallion is a blue gemstone, cobalt. Around the edges of the medallion, there are letters inscribed in the Ancient Sith tongue. The ancient text withheld a poem that reads like this:
In the light, in the peace
The paragons of justice cease

A shadow that lurks out of sight
Appears suddenly, its ravaging might

A war waged, hard fought
The aggressors unhappy with their lot

Between two giants, a series of deadly spars
The victor hold dominion over the stars

My poem is a couplet, with 4 stanzas.