The Blue Hour Poem by Ima Ryma

The blue hour I hear is when
The sunlight is seen to cast hue
Sunset end and sunrise begin,
And lights the sky in color blue.
Whole hour may or may not be,
Maybe just half or third of that,
But still is enough time for me
To be aware of where I'm at.
Blue hour's time I come or go.
I'm grateful to this ball of fire,
That the sun be a sporting foe,
And gives heads up to this vampire.

Blue hour be for me no doubt,
My coffin either in or out.