Sonnet II
It stood there moon detected in the sky;
a sky not interrupted by a cloud
what cloud could even think it could deny,
as would deny momentum if allowed?
Allowed are we to gather on approach
a menacing approach it was to be,
beware, so many people still encroach
people taller, wider, openly!
How openly aware are we in groups,
in groups a rampant part of selfishness
partakes by shifting heads and lowly stoops
to stoop so low would miss it nonetheless.
How nonetheless has asked morality,
to mask it slight with partiality.
~wreath sonnet~
Adding your comment:
) but the flow was very consistant here 
Very good rhytm and metaphores... Goodluck in the contest!
