The Old Tongue
Format - Free Verse

DESCRIPTION

A code cylinder of ancient design. Carved out of bone. This archaic piece has an assortment of ancient sith words carved into it and is still tinted with an ink that may very well be blood. The handles are black in coloration and red pieces of fabric, giving way to age, adorn them. The roller itself is hand-carved and the words appear to be randomly placed. However, upon proper alignment through Force divination and when the cylinder is saturated and then rolled onto a parchment, the words are ordered into what can best be described as a prophetic vision of a future plague snuffed out by a 'Maverick'.

When the stars align
A man bearing a sign
Of war and endless blight

Shall enter our world
Shaking our core
Like the quakes of mysteries might

Death shall come in the night..

Eyes are focused
A mouth consumes like the locust
Devouring the Force with a bite

He comes like wrath
Spilling blood for a bath
To wash the Force from his sight

Visions of seven
Crippling the brethren
Of guilds made of metal and bone

Darkness ascending
This tale is unending
A Maverick sits on an iron throne

(4224) Gui Sol

Haiku

Artifact Description: The recovered artifact is approximately two inches by ten inches, by twelve inches. It appears to be a preserved version of an ancient form of communication, long lost to the modern era of technology except in academic textbooks. It consists of simple pulped textiles compressed into a flimsy rectangle upon which the ancient Sith could use substances such as blood or liquid with pigments suspended within to write out their old tongue incantations. To preserve such a fragile item, the archaeologists carefully covered the item with a clear variant of carbonite, preventing any damage from the ravages of time. The written text is in a harsh, angular script and follows the familiar refrain of most Sith writings:

So old and so dark,
Like a running river edge,
Danger lurks below.

Beware the currents,
The Force rushes past to pull
The user beneath.

Turned to the Dark Side
The Jedi feel the allure
And succumb to it.

The Sith ranks will swell
And our enemies will die.
Down with the Jedi!

Artifact - Sith Ritual Dagger
An ancient Sith ritual dagger. The dagger is thirty cm in length with 18 cm for the blade and 12 cm for the handle. The blade is made from alchemically altered metal and has a small instription on it near the guard. The dagger seems to drain the life energy and the Force from those who have their hearts pierced by it. The handle is made from hardwood and has a multitude of small yet sharp spikes extending from it. The dagger transfers the life energy and the Force stolen from its victims to the wielder via the spikes that pierce the wielder's palm and fingers.

Poem - Haiku (4 stanzas of 5-7-5 each)

Crimson on the blade
Eternal sleep of victims
All their power gained

Keep power within
Two become fused if as one
Never to be dropped

Until death arrives
Daily sacrifices received
Failure is eaten

Once full take me home
The valley of lords of past
Master rise again

The utilized form for the poem is a villanelle.

I've chosen a Haiku as my form of poetry. The pdf contains both my description and my poem.