In Praise Of Ashen Valor

On Navratri's sixth night, the tale does unfold,

In shades of grey, where the brave and bold,

Fight against evil, a formidable might,

In the heart of the darkness, they'll kindle the light.

The grey sky above, a canvas so vast,

Where warriors stand in their armour steadfast.

With courage as steel and resolve unbroken,

They march into the shadows, their mission unspoken.

In the ashen realm, where demons conspire,

With each passing moment, the stakes grow higher.

A silent confrontation, of good versus ill,

The grey is their weapon, their purpose, their will.

Invisible foes, both cunning and sly,

They slip through the shadows, and relentlessly they try.

But these brave souls, with their valour untamed,

In the world of grey, they'll never be maimed.

Their hearts are aflame, like coals in the night,

They battle the darkness and embrace the fight.

With hope as their guide and righteousness near,

In the kingdom of grey, they'll cast out their fear.

As the night transforms into dawn's gentle kiss,

The power of good, cannot be dismissed.

With Navratri's blessings, their spirits renew,

In the tapestry of grey, their strength shines through.

As the festival wanes, their promise they'll keep,

In the realm of shadows, where vigilance runs deep.

In the ashen night's grace, where battles they wave,

In the heart of the grey, they'll find the courage to save.