Though the radiant man
Is usually fresh from the pan,
The early morning of this day
Shows this man’s darker way.

Yet his darkest form is still not shown,
From fear, this form he does leave unknown.
Only twice has he lost control;
Both times a strike of cowardice stole.

Conscious of his darker power
He sits at home with a ridding-focused glower.
Depressing is the harm he does,
As the dark being he will always be, is, and was.