Child of the Aurora

The great raven owns my soul.
She flies me high against the winds of time.
I hold no more malice toward her claws.
She clings to my heart.

She allows me no room to feel free of my darkness.
Now, I seek no longer to find the sun or the moon
that she has taken from my world, so long ago.
Now, I see the peace of her flight.
Now, I welcome the journey her black wings take me on.

Into the sweet icy air ahead,
I look.
I feel the most embracing sense of joy.
I smile.

I see the dance of my ancestors.
They ride the skies over the frozen homeland.
Swirling colors in black skies.
The skies I have seen for all these days.
I hear the call of all that the wings have taken before me.

Now, I see her not as the thief of a mother's child
but as the flight of the protector
A protector of lost spirits as I as a child have been told.
I raise my arms and reach out for my greatest joy.

No more fear,
No more loneliness.
NeKraRa!
Reunited at last.