Darkness Befalls.

[a marble short]

Upon my knees I stare into the dark hole the angry abyss,

Warm winds of hell curl my limbs, my soul it doth caress,

Rain slashes diagonally ripping, tearing thy flesh,

Blood drips from fingertips, pale palms heavenly stretch,

Lifeless eyes bequest, furrowed trenches my face bequeath,

Silence speaks loudly unto my ears, maddened echoes of fear,

To fall would silence, relieve this pain, thirst of the damned lay claim,

Voices whisper, object, craggy fingers point, to accuse, to proclaim,

Breath exhales, inhales, poisoned dust, lungs gasp upon which I choke,

I fall deep, deeper, from the light, upon the Devils tongue I encroach,

Beyond thy love, comfort, warmth, thy very existence I transcend,

To whence I lie, unto my end, thy darkened grave I descend.

[Edna Sweetlove]

Not quite a sonnet but slightly sonnet-flavoured!
Another interesting posting from our newest member.

[johnny nobody]

I love that word "doth". Whenever you're a syllable short in a line, the best word to add in is "doth" (or if in the past tense, "didst").
Groovy!

[Barry Hodges, Bard of Gosforth]

Last line: you can't have "to whence" since the word "whence" means "from where". Thus "to whence" would mean "to from where"...