King of Glory

Desert sun burning hot turning run to a haze of sweat and speed
Racing sands of storms tower high into the cloudless sky
Chasing never ending and distant horizons
Each breathe urging legs faster,
Lean muscles stretch and tense as hooves dance over sands
Across a sea of red tans knees lift higher,
Flag tail streaming, noble neck tossing dished head in ecstasy,
Sleek coat glares as nostrils flare,
Chest heaving in spirit,
Powerful haunches flex, sands spraying,
Then he is leaping
Catapulting over any cage or mere man
King over desert heat and wide expanse,
Screaming challenge to any below while standing above
Power and fury at a glance, none dare advance
God of desert wind and sultan story
The only one
Of Arabian Glory.