When I Was A Young Boy, My Father Took Me Into The City, A Place I Barely Went to, To See A Marching Band, He Put A Metal Bracelet Around My Small Neck And Looked Me In The Eye, Not Angrily, But Sadly, It Was That Exact Face That Showed He Needed To Talk, You Could See The Sadness In His Eyes Through His Thick Glasses. He Said, "Son, When You Grow Up, Would You Be… The Saviour Of The Broken, The Beaten And The Damned?" He Said, "Will You Defeat Them? The Demons, And All The Non-believers, The Plans That They Have Made. Because One Day, I'll Leave You. A Phantom, To Lead You In The Summer, To Take Over Everything." Rain Started To Fall Down As Most People Couldn't Be Bothered To Stand Out In The Rain And Watch A Parade, And The People Doing The Parade Couldn't Either. But Neither Me Nor Jeff Noticed Any Of It, He Was To Busy Stroking Me, Even Though I Was Technically Only His Pet, I Was Like A Son To Him, And He Relied On Me To Continue Everything When He Dies, A Lot Of Work, And Every day I Helped Him Do All His Work, Write His Story's And- I Woke Up From My Daydream As He Gently Grabbed Me And Cuddled Me Up In His School Coat, He Was Out With Only A T-Shirt In The Rain Because He Gave Me His Jumper, I Tried To Refuse, But He Told Me It Was OK, Then Sneezed, As We Waited For A Hour Late Taxi In The Rain, Him Sneezing Constantly.

It's Been 10 Years Since Then…