*I'll take suggestions, needs naming.*

It's interesting, witchy & I don't know what it means.

And the smoke it overthrew me
And she rolled and smoked her doobie
And it looked just like she knew me
As we puff, puff puffed away.

The lamplight glittered, fractured back off the metal
Coating her hand in the form of rings.
I stared right at that, panicked a little
For she was made of such beautiful things.
She sits just there - a fierce pastiche, I thought
She'd become my panacea;
But I do not think mine was the soul that she sought
No matter how much I craved that idea.

But it cuts my heart to ribbons
But I know she'll be forgiven
Through my chest the stake was driven
It's not me, not me she wants.

We soak in silence and her eyeids caressed
She was blinking more than was required,
Absorbing her energy, I knew I'd been blessed
Just to sit by her side 'til she tired
A deep sigh, and her shimmering form was revived
Retrieved from enigmatic quiet
She cannot leave my side now, it seems so contrived
Her time costs my life? I'd still buy it.

Oh my soul is damp with sorrow
'Cause I had to steal her tomorrow -
No more time would she let me borrow
So she had to, just had to die.