The Ghosts Have Gone Away Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

He left his perch,
Held it to a torch,
The fire began,
Poof! New atmosphere
In the aftermath, it is a slow time that heads his way,
Due to the recent calm, the ghosts have gone away, for now,
As no one ever completely escapes the inner whispers
But the quiet must be enjoyed for as long as it lasts,
Demonstrated that going through the noise was worth it
So long as he's prepared with earplugs,
Next time the volume shouldn't overwhelm him