DarkMan

A hunted figure, clad in black, walks the streets alone
Barely sane, he curses life for all the hell he's known
The light eludes him, he is dark, his power is the night
He stalks the shadows, ever watching those who are of the light
Lightning flashes, thunder booms, the clouds become a storm
He welcomes rain, the sheets of water further hide his form
He wishes the rain would cleanse his soul, but knows this cannot be
His heart and soul are locked away, never to be free
He seeks refuge in the darkness, for the night protects its own
Only darkness is his ally, and night's his only home