Shades Of Redemption

Upon the sixth night of Navratri's grace,

Grey fills the sky, a solemn, muted embrace.

A colour that whispers of battles within,

Destruction of evil, where virtue will win.

In shadows cast by the pale, moonlit night,

A story unfolds, of courage and might.

A warrior stands at the threshold of fate,

To confront the darkness that lies in wait.

Her armour is steel, her heart pure as gold,

In the face of despair, her spirit is bold.

With a mission clear, to vanquish the wrong,

She'll sing the brave battle song.

Invisible demons, both near and afar,

She'll chase them away, like a falling star.

Each step that she takes, a silent decree,

Grey is the shield, the colour of bravery.

With a sword in her hand and a determined stare,

She faces her demons, her soul laid bare.

For evil may whisper, it may coil and hiss,

But the grey in her heart, cannot dismiss.

For in the end, as the night turns to day,

The power of good will always hold sway.

With Navratri's blessings, the strength to survive,

In Grey's quiet presence, evil shall dive.

As the festival ends, a promise is made,

To confront the darkness, unafraid.

In this world of grey, where battles we face,

With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace.