As the clock turns slow the minutes seconds and hours
When the hands are at their height
my perfect time to shine is midnight
my power my hunger is it blooms in seconds of the hour
as look atop in the darkness on my tower
not like those disgusting ones who devourer
sundown I don’t have a problem with but midnight is primetime
and at lunchtime springtime and in my spare time
even at my favorite holiday Christmas time ill be around a long time