Answer:
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Though I have neither legs nor feet, my use is for to go; Although I cannot speak, I tell what others want to know
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.