I walk around the agora.
Then I feel it...
A solid ghost inside me
begs to be set free.

From the cage it crys and squirm
until it finds a deep pipe.
It slides down and down
reaching a heart-shaped chamber.

Hearing its screeches I run
towards my sheepfold.
Holding myself to soothe it.

After I enter, the prison looses.
The solid ghost makes a last scream
before solving in the air.
It left the odor of
captivity before disappearing.

Solid ghosts are sad until
they break free.
Solid ghosts don't like meals.
The heavier your treat is,
the sadder the ghost becomes.