He sat, watching the crowds of people milling to-and-fro in the city centre.
They filled the footpaths and criss-crossed the roads, busy with traffic. Amid these, were the less fortunate; the down-and-outs, the beggars and the tramps that live their lives in the gutter, the bums and the have-nots, the destitute and the homeless, the poor and the lonely, and even those well-dressed, but bankrupt and insolvent. Albeit, that each and everyone of these have within them the full potential to live a life that is so much better. He sees all this from atop the street lamp.
Yet, despite all that he sees, the wraith is full of envy as he watches those ingrates that remain in the land of the living.