Under the night sky,
Smeared with paint
Just like the canvas,
Hues, dark and faint
Sun returning home,
Leaving the warmth behind
Can’t help but wonder,
If the night is kind?
The black rules,
As the red fades
Kingdom of shadows,
Gray and the shades
Stars fall to honour,
The dark that rules
Festival of spirits,
Punishing the fools
A place with magic,
Of paint and stars
Purple that twinkles,
With mischief and wars
Right by the mountains,
This city resides
Warriors and Valkyries,
And spies by the sides
With faes and myths,
Here, I find my home
Under the night sky,
The place where I belong
Author: Prapti Mohale
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The Night Court