More moons from the ‘two moons rise’ writing prompt. This poem is in the Rhyme Royal form with a rhyming pattern of ABABBCC. Apparently Chaucer liked using it.
Snow lies silent, a crisp white pall,
Light vies in vain, till forced to yield.
The last sky empties as dark stars fall,
And the endless ocean swallows them all,
Moons of war send famine stalking,
Blood ghosts to their haunts and dead men walking.