Out to Play

I stomp my boots,
strut and soar;
tread my rebellion
out upon the floor.
Some dance to flaunt,
some to ensnare,
some of pure joy,
but of my kind beware.
My fury burns deep
in dark its twisted cage,
drunk on its own power
a smug, laughing rage.
The grimmest of killers
gets time out in the sun,
a moment to stroll free-
evil must have its fun.
I seduce the sounds,
let rhythm move me,
stomp my boots on the floor,
let my darker side free.