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.