In the shadow,
Of the city,
Obscuring my shape, and shrouding from sight,
As I wait to spring, to surprise and fight.

In the shadow,
Of the light
For which the good strive, and great heroes pine,
But which, as it's weak, the dark may outshine.

In the shadow,
Of a father
More evil than I, far greater than I,
Eclipsing my deeds, whatever I try.

In the shadow,
Of the city,
Where evil plots fall, and morals prevail,
But I need shadows, so I must not fail.