Behind the gate
The monster strains
Pain flowing through its veins
The tears the seep
Are tears of rage
Tons of muscle in a cage.
The sweat will pour
From the rider’s skin.
Knowing his life hangs in the balance
Of which way he spins.
The cage is open.
The monster is free.
Two creatures suffer for all to see.
Blood will flow when hoof hits bone,
And I know that someone someday
Will carve Bodacious into stone.