Desolation

The last light of day disappears from the sky.

The small wooden skiff cuts silently through the cold, murky water.

I stare unfocused into the distance.

In the cold evening, dark, foreboding clouds gather.

The view of the island is obscured.

Suddenly, a pillar of light breaks through the gathering storm.

Fear grips my heart as I catch a glimpse of the ominous prison ahead.

Sharp, steep, jagged rocks form a cliff that protects the fortress.

Waves crash against the shoreline.

All thoughts of hope and escape are destroyed when I see it.

I am filled with desolation as I face an unknown future.