Captive

He rears vicious

Blooded in rage

Teeth bared

Nostrils flared

He shrieks his siren call

He is red as the color of the whip flashing down

Red as the spiked bit stained forever with blood

Red as the color of terror and fury

Red as the color of defiance and pain

His velvet coat written over with scars

Silvered gashes and jagged cuts 

Steel-shod hooves slashing the air 

He keens again that unearthly call

Heat drips off him as molten gold

Tinted the ruby of torment and wrath

A thousand ropes holding him down

Staking him to a scorching ground

He was the son of the desert

This stallion of struggle and chains

Born and bred on a distant land

Wrenched savagely from those crimson sands