Recall when your father told you a secret
Recall when you started believing the unbelievable
Recall long days at the manor, Bram Stoker in hand
Recall parasols on hot summer days, he asleep at your shoulder
Recall the priests and their ideas, their madness
Recall the day you felt all the anger swell
Recall the fires and loss
Recall the dark basement with rooms like prisons
Recall when you decided
Recall when you came undone
Recall when he said goodbye