Poem. Tell me if you like it.

I don't know. I was bored. Please comment!

Chapter 1

Mourning Grace

If today I follow death, go down it's trackless wastes,
Salt my tongue on hardened tears for my precious waste race
Along that promised cave in a headlong deadlong haste,
Will you have the grace to mourn for me?

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