Unveiling the Eccedentesiast

In shadows deep, where pain resides,

Eccedentesiast hides and abides.

With each smile, a silent plea,

To keep the world from truly seeing.

Their mask conceals the battles fought,

Wounds that linger, haunting thought.

Behind closed doors, their sanctuary,

In solitude they find solace's key.

Eyes, like stars, hold tales untold,

Of sorrow's grip and secrets bold.

Yet still they wear that painted guise,

Concealing pain with every guise.

In laughter's wake, echoes fade,

While deep inside, their heart cascades.

Each chuckle hides a secret tear,

A testament to their strength held dear.

Eccedentesiast, a word profound,

A spirit resilient, tightly wound.

Their hidden struggles, seldom seen,

A paradox of strength serene.

Celebrate their beauty unseen,

Their fortitude, a timeless sheen.

In depths of darkness, they persist,

A warrior with pain dismissed.

So let us see beyond their art,

Embrace the truth that's in their heart.

Extend a hand, lend an ear,

To understand and draw them near.

For in their charade lies the grace,

A strength that time cannot erase.

Eccedentesiast, we commend,

The courage in their hidden blend.

In shadows deep, they persevere,

A testament to resilience clear.

Eccedentesiast, their light shines through,

A symbol of strength, both old and new.