Enthroned in their stone effigy <br />with dogs at their feet <br />hands clasped together forever <br />bounded by rock <br /> <br />their Latin names almost indistinct <br />and yet alone in their solitude <br />they watch each other <br />in a kind of sweet peace <br /> <br />as if having rest at last <br />and still they are dead <br />a long gone earl and his countess <br />of a different time and age. <br /> <br />The words almost undecipherable <br />but still having a own significance <br />of two people beloved, serene <br />looking at each other with sincerity <br /> <br />with him clasping his empty gauntlet <br />in his covered hand, <br />and his bare hand holding hers and just maybe <br />the epitaph should be: <br /> <br />love conquers all, <br />even death and war.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-arundel-tomb-2/
