Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

As noble knights by sanctity embraced,
Stories traced upon a silent tomb
Emblazoned and caparisoned
In semblance of history
Laid to rest in glory.
Truth not writ in stone,
Death corrupted
Serving life
Mere trumpery.
Fearing exclusion,
History created;
The image takes precedence.
Inferiority boasts
Aristocratic lineage.
Living in fear of an empty life
Tombstones cover prophecy self-fulfilled.

These monuments, at first apearing to be exceptional examples of medieval tombs are no more than a sham… commissioned by a wealthy merchant to add a gloss of aristocratic respectability to his lineage at a time when ‘smelling of the shop’ tainted social standing.

For Colleen’s Poetry Challenge

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