Description:
The tentatively named "Crown of Ruin" is an ancient headpiece akin to a tiara. It is crafted of stone and silver plated with ornamentation of white ceramic bordered with gold trim. Though it sits lightly upon the skull, it has a curious effect on individuals within close proximity of the wearer. Force using individuals have been found to be unable to feel or tap into the Force when the item is activated. By comparison, the wearer has an increased capability or potential with the Force while the item is activated. The inscription, which has been carved into the inside of the tiara, causes the item to glow briefly and begin to exhibit the effects described above. Otherwise, it appears to be a slightly gaudy but otherwise inoffensive or noteworthy artifact.

Poetry Form:
The chosen poem form is multiple-stanza haiku (the syllables sounded right when I sounded them out):

ancient artifact
grand source of power and might
clad in white and gold

crafted from stone grey
held by rings of bright silver
like a crown of old

no force beneath you
none influence on the world
the powerful bound

kings and lords as fools
warriors and knaves alike
all as but children

eternal hunger
I grant your will to consume
ancient sith magic

ruin in your wake
only one king to wield you
all else become weak

but one thing you ask
and I give you as payment
my life for power

The Face of Fire

Artifact:

The artifact is a bust of an ancient, masked Sith Lord. A cowl shrouds and surrounds the mask, and the mask itself is ashen grey with faded, yellowed vertical stripes upon it's cheeks and up over the eye sockets. When a Force Sensitive touches the mask, it feels warm to the touch. After a few moments the eye sockets and mouth fill with apparent flames. Though this seems like an illusion, heat emanates from them as if from a real fire, and the bust becomes scalding hot to the touch. When the incantation is spoken by a Force user, they can feel something "tugging" at their mind. The stronger they are, the stronger this pull is, and it seems to tug one toward the outer rim.

Poem format: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7 syllables, in 4 stanzas)

In the far reaches
There is one who dreams in space
His mind a wild place
He waits and watches for signs,
Of a time to strike once more

His touch burns the flesh,
His will is made manifest
Burn the unworthy
Scald those who show true power
Grant them the vision to see

The path is open,
It unfolds before my eyes
The return is set,
I will travel the right path,
To be determined worthy

The inferno burns,
But my power will shield me,
I am judged worthy,
I will take hold of his strength,
And return with the wild one

Augur Locke Sonjie
10311

The poem is in Haiku format.

The Sith artifact is a round, smooth, circular bracelet made up of precious metal that once worn around the wrist, infuses the wearer with a boost in strength and speed. Most times this is just enough to give the wearer an edge in combat to finish an opponent.

The cost though is great to both a force user and non-force user. After a short time, small sharp spikes penetrate the wrist, draw blood and drains the wearer's stamina and life. Unfortunately due to the spikes, the wearer cannot easily remove the bracelet without damaging their wrist severely. A force user with more control can last longer than the non force user.

Round, smooth, circular
Made up of precious metal
Fits around your wrist

Hiding a secret
Within the walls of metal
Several sharp spikes

They draw crimson blood
Infusing great strength and speed
But it comes with cost

Your life ebbs away
Your stamina fading fast
Till the force claims you

Poetry Style:

Rhyming Poem:

A
B
C
B

Format