The name game

She asked for rainbows.
Never got them; we made them.
My shoulder, Eris.


He's new to our world.
He's carved out a perfect nook.
He's Pygmalion.

Then there's three

I won't name myself....

They have made their name's for me.

I'll call myself, I.

She's a part of me.

She knows I'm forever hers.

She is, my Chaos.

All of his noises,

And many faces he wears....

Chimera.  He's mine.