The Legend of McKnight

Once it was the Manor of McKnight.
Now it's Doctor Briar's Sanitarium.
Still, it is an awe-inspiring sight,
Filled with beauty atrium by atrium.

Once it sat alone on rolling hills.
Certainly a hundred acres, maybe more.
Ivy still climbs up around the window sills
Just as once it did a hundred years before

When McKnight would ride beneath the moon
Spurring on his horse and chanting secret spells.
Oh! It is a mesmerizing tune.
Every time I hear it my emotion wells.

Now it is surrounded by a fence
Like a prison, keeping in those troubled souls.
All the doctors think that they are dense.
"Right! And next you'll say you've seen a couple trolls,"

Says a nurse. Her patient says again,
"True! It's true! I saw him riding in the night."
"Is he one of seven little men?"
"No, he is a warlock and his name's McKnight."

"Warlocks, eh?" She says, not thinking twice.
"Warlock, yes," the patient says. She kills the light.
In the dark he mutters softly thrice,
"Yes, it's true. I saw him and his name's McKnight."

Others there have seen him riding too.
Even some assistants but they'll never tell,
Worried if they said that it was true,
They would also scream within a white walled hell.

So I wonder, who is more insane?
He that sees and says or he who shakes his head
Knowing that the truth would be in vain
Though it's true he watched a rider who is dead?

Midnight comes. I wait with all the rest
For McKnight to ride across the moonlit lawn
'Til the crescent falls into the west
And he disappears with the first light of dawn.

Oh McKnight! Don't pass me by tonight.
Whisk me up into your saddle. Take these tears!
All this time I hoped we would unite.
Darling, I have loved you now a hundred years!

Phantom though I am, what worth is flesh?
Love is more than this. My love still breathes. Tonight
Let our spirits, in the moonlight, mesh.
In the dark this land is still the Manor of McKnight.