In the realm of shadows, walks Ven Pariah's soul,
An outcast in the dusk, where sorrows take their toll.
With eyes of mystic hue and heart draped in gloom,
A tapestry of secrets weaves in the silent room.

Amidst the moonlit mist, whispers of ancient lore,
The Pariah roams alone, craving solace evermore.
In depths of solitude, a symphony of pain,
Yet a spark of resilience, a beacon to remain.

Through trials and tribulations, they embrace the night,
Embodying resilience, in darkness, they find light.
A paragon of strength, untamed, they rise above,
A serenade of freedom, in every verse they love.

In every verse they love, their essence dances free,
A timeless ode of grace, like waves upon the sea.
A poet of the heart, with words that heal and mend,
Ven Pariah's spirit soars, a journey without end.

Within the aching void, their verses paint the skies,
A dance of solitude, where loneliness defies.
In rhythm and in rhyme, they find their soul's release,
A balm for wounded hearts, a melody of peace.

Their pen a graceful brush, on canvas of despair,
Conveying inner struggles, with art so rare.
Through verses that they weave, a connection they attain,
For in their deepest solitude, they're never truly plain.

In every syllable, a heartbeat's soft embrace,
A rhythmic dance of longing, in a vast, empty space.
Yet in the cadence of their lines, hope starts to gleam,
As Ven Pariah's poetry turns isolation to a dream.


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