Aurora Raven:The Mediator

Aurora Raven, ghostly claws pet and pull my hair, into calming submission, with a dark brown glass stare

Flight by night, deep darkness I implore, yet every time I look – Nevermore.

In dreams I’ve walked the lucid path, witnessed vast gifts, saw life ever-last…

Tapping my ankles, transparent feet creaking my floor, escorting the guides standing behind my door

Stories, whispers, chills galore, this is the life of a mediator.