The Moon holds power as it sways away

She chooses her will to hold in thine eyes

And thus your cruelty holds powerful ways

As you sing that sweet tearful lullaby.

My Lady, I tell thee what I do see,

Of the way the Moon takes hold of thine heart

And does make thee as its-self against me

And so has driven you to play apart.

Like the Moon holds sway, thee hast hold me too

Like the Moon turns round, to me thy back turned

You threw my love, as the Dark moon will do

Your many faces cause my blood to burn

You have skill of making many a boon

And thus you will remain, my mistress moon

This be a sonnet written in Shakespeares style that I writ for my Shakespeare class. If you know anything bout his sonnets, he refers much to the Dark Lady. This sonnet is to compare his Lady with that of the Moon. I hope it fares well for thee.