A Kingdom of Rust

High on a mountain on the side of  the road there lurks a strange menagerie:

horses and skeletons and rusted knights of old,

 wind veins of forgotten things fly as pennants in the breeze,

 and point to dire warnings for dogs of all kinds.

 Here Don Quixote rides again, his bones a-rattling against the sides of his steely steed

  while far above a fair damsel waits in some distress from her castle window high

 while the firebird or eagle (take your pick) surveys all with a glassy eye

and the Don's gun is at the ready even if he may be a little slow on the draw.

 The gates to this kingdom guard its secrets and hold its occupants hostage to the passing curious eyes,

while in the brush another creature, dangerous and dark, waits for the unwary trespasser.

(We saw this sculpture "garden" on top of South Mountain, I believe it was, in Pendleton County, WV. Jason and Matthew, I hope you can tell us more about this place. Very strange.)