The Ashen Night

On the sixth eve of Navratri's grand array,

Grey descends the colour of battles in disarray.

A canvas of ash, where stories unfold,

Of the destruction of evil, brave and bold.

In the twilight's embrace, a warrior takes flight,

Resolute and fierce, she faces the night.

Her armour, like thunderclouds, dark and intense,

In the name of righteousness, she'll dispense.

With shadows lurking, and doubts in her mind,

She seeks to unravel what's left behind.

In the mists of uncertainty, where demons do dwell,

She wields the grey sword, their darkness to quell.

Silence prevails, as she treads the unknown,

In a world of grey where the battles are sown.

She braves the tempest, the winds' mighty blow,

With courage unyielding, she fights the shadow.

Demons may whisper, their voices may taunt,

But the grey in her heart, it remains undaunted.

With each step she takes, she casts away despair,

In Grey's enigmatic shroud, she's free from the snare.

When the night surrenders to the break of day,

In the battle for good, the righteous hold sway.

With Navratri's blessings, her spirit revives,

In the realm of grey, where her courage survives.

As the festival's climax, a promise she'll keep,

To conquer the darkness in the realm so deep.

In this world of grey, where battles we brave,

In the ashes of night, we'll find the light to save.