Is she a ghost in the wind?
Her identity lost
Hair tangled and matted
She’s lost in a maze
Engulfed in this forest glade
Where fairies and ghost now reside
Her heart has been betrayed
Fairies seek only to help her
Ghosts attempt to claim her soul
She cowers near the pool
Bathed in heaven’s light
She whispers a prayer
Praying to glimpse her face
Her heart feels God is there
Her reflection wasn’t there
Only a moment ago
Now emerging from the depths
Her identity returns to her soul
She’s the fairy queen
Malondra is her name
Sovereign ruler of this forest green
She’s conquered the haunting
With her sweet voiced prayer
Her wings are emerging
Beneath her tangled hair
She’s driven out the banshee
With a single heartfelt prayer
Down on Bended knee