Its these times that pass us by
Moments that plea to the heart
Bringing back yesterday to vie
Coming to end before it starts

Sitting by the fire with notes unread
Inbetween night and day they say
A place to make twilight's bed
Where saints and sinners come to pray

Afterall is said and done
Wars rage on, children sleep
Monologue without pretty words
Just a simplistic soliloque

Sometimes, the best good byes
Are those left unspoken
With silence its avatar's eyes
And nothing left to be taken

These roses have thorns now
Afraid to be touched by dawn
Self-defensive without a vow
Sitting complacently in hope's arms

We watch the coming sun
As if it were a new come god
Reverently in our songs unsung
And face the firing squad

Sometimes, the best good byes
Are truly those left unspoken.

Wow another beautiful poem. It doesent seem to have any Lusternia resemblence so you cant enter it into the bardic but if you could I think it would come close to being the top.