HURRICANE

He is steel gray
  and dappled by the setting of a blood red sun.
He is a stunning horse, ravishing and powerful
  but inconsolably abused and forgotten long ago.
He is forever tender and afraid;
  fragile and untouchable like vibrantly stained glass.
He is unfortunately just a beautiful disaster.
  With steady gaits and deliberate movements,
he is the epitome of fluid grace,
  like a dark cloud floating across a periwinkle sky.
He is the promise of a wrathful storm trapped inside
  the serene, peaceful body of a simple gray horse.
He is going to unleash the storm
  of anger, rage, fear, hostility, and viciousness.
He is nothing but a fury of striking hooves;
  a hurricane.