By dusk you are calling
your voice is in the sweetest of tones
your song is liken to the winter winds
a choir of joy that the trees do moan

So here stand by the fallen palms
my vessel making glass in the sand
I have come for you alone
so surrender Merinda

I don't come in peace
I don't come in joy
I am just her envoy for now
so now surrender Mirinda

I am a class 1
and you are just Merinda
so give up the ghost
and by my bidding come here to me

I see you trying to hide
behind mountains and hillsides
but I know of your gander
so surrender merinda

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris