Verti Ghost

I wander alone through the dark dead of night.
I moan and I wail in a bid to cause fright.
I walk through the walls, I flicker the lights.
Feet on the ground, cos I don’t do heights.

I’ve scaled the odd wall and climbed a few trees.
But I’d rather be earthbound bent down on my knees.
The effect’s still the same, my subject’s drip white.
But the fact of the matter is I’ve no head for a height.

There’s been many a time I’ve wanted to soar.
But then fear takes over and I stayed on the floor.
There are so many ghost’s with differing plights.
But who ever heard of a ghost scared of heights?