The Flame (that does flicker in my mind)

A short poem about the flame that we all have inside, and that flickers outside too.

Smitten now with orange tongue
that does lick and sway like the sun;
brighter than the moon, more energetic than the young;
but stays lit when the day is done.
Heat - a constant in a ever-changing world;
blowing like the trees - branches unfurled
like the fingers of the hands of fate curled
up cosy in Dagon's sphere*, it twirls.
Fire, Fire, In the Night
Flying such a fluorescent kite
spinning and swaying o' so bright;
Into my campsite

* A reference to Mehrunes Dagon's plain of Oblivion - The Deadlands - in the game series 'The Elder Scrolls'