As the clock turns slow

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