Moonlight On Satin

I raise the lid so slowly, My hand on soft satin; I hear the creaking hinges As moonlight seeps within. My bleary eyes encounter The dank and wooden floor, Time to appease the hunger, Not once but ever more. I turn the ornate doorknob And what a sight I see, A river of flowing forest Down to the endless sea. Village homes a light with candles To push away the dark. But they won’t see me coming Until I leave my mark. The moon is slowly fading As the years roll into one. The darkness loves to hide me But I long to see the sun. The pink touched dawn is coming; Shall I burn away this sin? But I close the lid securely And sleep on soft satin.