Answer:
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I invade your home once a yearโฆbut only if youโve been good.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes yet I see. You can see and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.