Answer:
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
Special abilities and brightly colored underwear are all you need to be one of these.