Do they linger,
like spider-webs in your hair,
silky and smooth,
yet dark and dour?

The memories dull
like a bright silver blade
crescent like the moon
does dull too

Sharp is your tongue
like the cry of a Mocking Bird
mimicking the sounds of others
as if for help

You too are these things
never staying
eternal like that which

sing like the Mocking Bird
dull like the moon
and linger like the spider-web.
Do they linger?