Answer:
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.