The shape of my form will waver and bend,
From the things I’m destroying
and the things I will rend.
My color will vary from bright red and blue,
The power I’m using will dictate my hue.
Screaming, soaring,
Seeking sky
Flowers of fire,
Flying high
Blue, green, red, gold
Gaze at me in the night
An amazing feat,
I give out light
Eastern art,
From ancient time.
Name me now,
And solve this rhyme.