For my "something new." How I even came up with this poem's subject is beyond me.
Oh, and if you're thinking of writing a sonnet, it's hard as heck. But the sense of accomplishment I'm feeling right now is a nice reward. This poem saw hours of editing before it ever made it here...I'm hoping that Shakespeare isn't rolling over in his grave right now.
Part of the dark atmosphere no doubt came from what I was listening to at the time - XCVII by How Like a Winter. They recite one of Shakespeare's sonnets in the song. I was hoping that channeling his spirit would help me with iambic pentameter, but I don't think it made it any easier XD