To Pay the Price

Darkness falls blood swept fields today Haunting sounds come from shattered bone Stench floats, hangs from bodies decay and cries are heard in fields of stone Terrified men will turn to clay Anguished faces that have no name They are stepped on as they moan No questions asked or feeling shame Moonlight filters trees burned away Hearts turn cold while fatigue has shown Blood sticks to boots from the footway Each man apart feeling alone Sees his name on a gravestone stay From this wanted war that they blame As some scream out from deaths they own No questions asked or feeling shame Army of men cry from the frey and hear whispered sounds, dead men groan The cursed memories they will weigh Men curl in darkness, fear has grown They had to pass through hell's archway and found no heros or acclaim Only meadows of death they've sown No questions asked or feeling shame The anger comes, they can't postpone Dead men's faces fill their mind's frame Their nightmares now will set the tone No questions asked or feeling shame I changed ABABBCBC to ABABACBC contest Ballade 4/28/15