In Dancers End I met a friend

In A Queens Anne house
In Dancers End
On a stormy night
I met a friend
On a staircase steep
A presence deep
An effigy the
sort of sight
That appeared to touch me
And watch me fall
Down a flight
Into the hall
A couple of goblets of red wine
Relaxed me I just felt divine
I found my way to a bed
And slept
Seemingly I felt adept
To this amazing mansion
Surrounded by
Ancient woods
That underlie
The spirit world
The hauntings there
Without a troubled thought or care
All these years later
Passing by the Queen Anne mansion
In the sky.
I recalled its presence felt
And the ghost mine host
And it’s cards it dealt.