In A Queens Anne house
\nIn Dancers End
\nOn a stormy night
\nI met a friend
\nOn a staircase steep
\nA presence deep
\nAn effigy the
\nsort of sight
\nThat appeared to touch me
\nAnd watch me fall
\nDown a flight
\nInto the hall
\nA couple of goblets of red wine
\nRelaxed me I just felt divine
\nI found my way to a bed
\nAnd slept
\nSeemingly I felt adept
\nTo this amazing mansion
\nSurrounded by
\nAncient woods
\nThat underlie
\nThe spirit world
\nThe hauntings there
\nWithout a troubled thought or care
\nAll these years later
\nPassing by the Queen Anne mansion
\nIn the sky.
\nI recalled its presence felt
\nAnd the ghost mine host
\nAnd it\u2019s cards it dealt.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading