Remember, Remember

Remember, remember, the first of its kind, A day draped in mystery for the mind, Whispers of power through the hall, The Vito in shadows, silent to all. Remember, remember, how silence can speak, Of the quiet force that leaves others weak, In the subtlety of the game that's played, Lies a Vito's strength in the shade. Recall, recall, this day of veiled descent, Where words are cloaked, their true intent bent, In the quiet, a decision's fate is spun, Underneath the gaze of the watching sun.