3a.m.

Humans say that midnight is the witching hour, but I’ve heard 3a.m. called the vampire hour. They sing that it’s the hour that leeches away human strength and stamina, the time when humans tend to die, the hour when energies burn the lowest and the life-fires dim.

That may be so when humans are old or sick. I’ve heard that 3a.m. is the hour when Death drifts between the sickbeds and the scythe swings slow, with no one to hear the movement, or to see the light shine a dim glimmer along the moving blade.

I wouldn’t know, that ain’t my kind of Gig, (and Death can tap-dance but he don’t sing too well.) I’ve been called to hospitals in the past, and to lazar houses and the plague villages, but with me some kind of happy ending’s part of the deal, and those ain’t the places to have one.

If I’ve gotta be around at 3a.m. I’ll head for the bars. “In vino veritus”, they say - and it’s easy enough to start a drunk singing.

Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 170