Embers & Petals

Let your spirit soar, take flight.
I bring you a tale, a story my own,
To reveal to you all that I’ve been shown.

Long ago, beneath a moon full and bright,
Love gave way to my magic’s height.
I built a fire, grand and bold,
To honor the moon, that orb of gold.

A custom shared by families and friends alike,
Gathering in hopes that all spirits might ignite
Magics of nature and love intertwined,
Born from dancing, heart unconfined.

A voice would whisper soft on the breeze,
After we brewed our hibiscus teas.
The song of a maiden from legends old,
Telling of love the future would hold.

Her melody shone with a radiant light,
So pure, so bright, it banished the night.
I knew this truth when I danced bold and free
Her song held my soul in the fire’s gold sea.

One night in particular, I wandered alone,
Seeking stories of lives unknown
Of love, of vengeance, of lore untold,
With curiosity steady and bold.

That night, deep in the forest green,
My fire burned brighter than ever seen.
I lacked the brew for the maiden’s song,
Yet still I danced, the night grown long.

Amid the sparks and flame’s wild hum,
I danced and spun until I was numb.
Untamed, alive, in love with my way,
Grateful for all that life gave that day.

Then through the glow, I saw her there
A vision so striking, I could only stare.
A woman in red, eyes like wine,
Her beauty unearthly, her presence divine.

Petals adorned her hair, soft and bright
I knew at once she was Hibiscus’s might.
My heart fluttered like a hummingbird’s wing,
As she smiled and spoke, her voice soft as spring:

“Your fire called to me this eve,
And I could not simply watch and leave.
So I’ve come with more than the breeze.”

With one graceful motion, she stood by my side,
And all the world swelled like the tide
Wild and vast, no master, no chain.
Then came her laughter, sweet as rain.

A sound so pure it filled my bones with light,
And with a wave, she conjured the rite
A chalice appeared, in crimson hue,
One sip, and my spirit was made anew.

In joy, we danced beneath the moon’s desire,
Our bodies entwined in the rhythm of fire.
Her essence consumed me; my spirit untied,
As I drank her in, the night open wide.

She told me her tales, fantastic and true,
Until the forest itself seemed to renew.
The fire burned bright till morning’s haze,
As dawn crept in with its golden gaze.

Her time was fleeting, as legends foretell,
And soon came the moment of soft farewell.
She kissed me deeply, and in a red flash, she was gone
I closed my eyes and welcomed the dawn.

Then her words echoed through the trees,
A song of truth upon the breeze:

“Your spirit is light—burn bright.”

And in that moment, I finally knew,
I was free, whole, and true.
Unburdened by doubt or strife,
I stepped boldly into my life.

So gather around the fire tonight,
Let your spirit soar and take flight.
I tell you this tale so you may see
Magic is your right, to live wild and free.

When the moon is full and glowing bright,
Give way to your own magic’s height.

the fire alight
Will you call on your love tonight?
Whether for self or another’s embrace,
Let hibiscus bless your sacred space.

Should her song drift upon the air,
Know that her freedom is always there.
Love yourself fiercely, let it be shown
For in your light, all paths are known.


Until the next story unfolds,

Yours in tea & tales,

Lauren of Faerie Good