Death rites and remembrances - Witches in fiction

This is the first time I participate in any blog party. This is mostly because I  am always afraid I will forget,  but this year MagalyMagaly (I am not sure how I added the second Magaly,  but I kinda like it) really inspired me. So, here is my contribution into the party.
 I breath your name into the air inside a circle white. Where there is salt can be no fault the witch's song I rhyme.

I breath my name Into the air, your soul a piece of mine. I miss you so, through burning tears I see the candle's light.
 I feel your presence you are in my room. I smell you on my right. I turn to see,  there's nothing there the veil I can not fight.
Where were you, it's been so long, you, only friend of mine.
 I breath your name into the air,  I breath it times nine.
 A drop of blood my finger leaves, the burning mandrake to embrace

The fumes engulf you in your black you stare me back with grace

It's just a picture of your youth to me my best keepsake

Your heart, your soul, your loving hands I never will forsake.

I release you now times three,

Forever grandma blessed be!