'Speaking of Lilith' by Fae Fatale 🌿
She glows in a way that is beautiful.
She shines in the colours of red sapphire or amber.
To watch her is to watch a small campfire smoke and then start to catch alight.
Piece by piece that small campfire grows and warms those near her.
As more and more is added the stronger and more radiant she burns.
But alas, if she is not watched, if she becomes reckless and wild, she begins to scorch.
That campfire soon turns into a storm that cannot be put out easily.
You will watch it blaze, though terrifying it is damn enchanting.
You will watch her, see her passion, feel somehow protected even as her world burns around her.
And when the fire is done, you will see her crumble.
Like ash and soot she will fall.
She will blame herself for all of it.
Disregarding that someone didn't attend the fire or that they lit in the first place.
She will mourn the losses and forget to look around.
She won't see the seeds growing, the seeds that couldn't grow without her.
She burns in a light that is most beautiful.