Embers & Petals

let your spirit soar and take flight.
I bring you this tale, a story of my own,
to reveal to you all that I’ve been shown.

Long ago, on an evening
when the moon was full and bright,
love gave way to my magic’s height.

I had built a fire, grand and bold,
a tradition to honor the moon of gold.

A custom shared by villages, families,
and friends alike, gathering in hopes
that all spirits’ magic might ignite.

Magics of nature and love,
found in memories shared,
all born from dancing without a care.

A voice would answer softly on
the breeze, after you brewed the
sacred hibiscus teas. The song of a
maiden, from stories of old, would
whisper of what love the future
may hold.

Her melody belonged to one with
an essence so bright, so vibrant, so pure,
it turned darkness to light.

I knew this for certain,
for when I danced free and bold,
her song would hold my soul in
the firelight’s gold.

One night in particular, I found myself
alone after wandering far to gather
stories unknown. Tales of love,
vengeance, and all the legends of the
realm, with my curiosity steady
at the helm.

That night, deep in the forest of green, 
my fire was as bright as I’d ever seen. 

I lacked the brew for the uplifting song,
yet still, I danced along. Amid the sparks
and the flame, I became a woman
they could not tame.

Spirited and free, in love with myself
and the path ahead, forever grateful
for where life had led.

Dancing with nature’s hum,
I did not stop until I was numb. 

And that’s when I saw her beauty there...
A vision so striking, I couldn’t help but
stare. A woman in red, her eyes like
velvet streams of wine.

She was truly divine.

In her hair lay flower petals, soft
and light, and I knew, at once,
she must be Hibiscus’s might.

My heart fluttered like a
hummingbird’s wing, as she smiled
and spoke, her familiar voice
as soft as spring:

“Your fire called to me this eve.  
I felt I must appease and respond
with more than my melody-breeze.”

In one delicate movement,
she stood next to me, and suddenly,
all energy felt like the sea,
wild, untamed, and beholden
to no master.

Then came her laughter…

A sound so beautiful, it filled my
bones with magic anew.
And with a wave of her hand,
she conjured a brew.

A chalice of sacred red liquid appeared,
And with joy, I drank, my spirit cleared.

Her essence consumed me,
and my soul took flight,
As we danced in romance
throughout the night.

As she told me her tales, all fantastic
and true, the world felt as if it were
only us two. And I couldn't help but
relish the sight, as our fire burned bright
until the haze of daylight.

But though her time was fleeting,
with dawn’s light softly greeting,
her gaze never wavered,
each moment, savored.

Soon she would be gone,
the legend tells, and now was
the time for farewells.

She kissed me deeply,
and in a red flash, the night was done.

I closed my eyes and welcomed the sun.

Then, her words echoed through
the trees, a beautiful song
upon the breeze.

“You are light. Burn Bright”

And in that moment, I felt freer than
I had ever known, freely myself.
Emboldened to discover my own
life unburdened by strife.

So gather around the fire tonight,
Let your spirit soar and take flight.

I tell you this tale to show what
I’ve learned:

Magic is your right,
unafraid of your might... 

So burn bright and
give way to it's height.

and the fire is bright—
will you call on your love tonight?

The love of your own,
or the love of another?

As you brew hibiscus, may freedom
and beauty surround you. Let it be
a brew in sweet celebration,
of the life you’ve found and
the journey ahead.

Perhaps you will hear her soft
song carried on the breeze.
Or, maybe, the Maiden herself
will reveal the ways of freedom
and the hope of a brighter future.

What is known for certain is this:

If we love ourselves brightly enough,
We open our hearts to adventure
and love yet unknown, carving
a clear path to all that lies before us.



Until the next story unflods,

Yours in tea & tale,

~Faerie Good~