Brand New Day

The day had been a long routine,
a touch of joy dressed pristine,
the evening offered a maiden blush,
encompassing self with rhapsodic touch,
stolen away by sordid night,
unleashing mayhem, harnering fright.
It cornered the psyche to submit to decay,
when may had promised that it may.
Alas the evil could conceal no more,
the devil danced making pain his whore.
And tumult then was all one could see,
futile prayers of hope to thee.
Minutes trickled like aeons of time,
that made fate accept,wishes resign.
Engulfed the dark of sleep, then a bliss,
tormenting moments of pain that were missed,
for morning dispelled the night as a dream,
a new day dawned, a new routine