Answer:
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?