Drear In The Morn

Of night's beauties the proud pheasant melted. Suspension of drear in as proportion direct melted. Night of stars the Sileni went out the nymphs danced to tunes of Timbrels fauns leaped in joy goblins round the trees and bushes hedgehogs crossed here and there in the non-traffic street at night over the asphalt with hedgehogs cats and lizards crossed streets became bridges beauty crossed from side to side then Dawn evolved and with it it brought smiles. Smiles? That's drear that rises as a dark mist as soon as Dawn enters port. Day is going drear and drear will grow. Dawn will not blow beauty today. Dawn will be silent. Night its scepter yields to just the mists of Dawn soon they will further ascend to the heavens be clouds. Dawn evolves but drear faster evolves Dawn revolves but drear faster revolves. What was the scope of defeating night then? Night would as well remain. At least I would sleep on and not see drear and not hear drear no no experience of it. now drear has from mists ascended to the frowning clouds. the day is done the day is drear. Wait! hope in the sun? No, wait till the dusk red dusk.