A day marked for a fight

There was this day
Of strife, of delay.
Tempers were high
Gray looked the sky.
So was my muse
A mood grim, obtuse.
The wick called hope
Was fitful and grope.
Yea, it was our toast
Cursed, marred by roast.
Settling to drag
Was tough, no brag.
By Joe, did it pay?
Our gamble, foray.
Thoughts arose in mind
To forget, leave behind.
And, soon discord waned
Free now, were the chained.
Bhai took the first bow
As accounts began to flow.
Of his prime, peerless flair
His hallmarks and glare.
The torch then moved on
To every Tom, Dick & Ron.
Twas fun, twas a fest
Up there with the best.
Heavens opened at last,
Amidst joy at full blast.
Thus, ended on a note right
A day marked for a fight.

It was a good treat. I saw Taj from inside :)