To conquer my island, I sank my ship.

I felt it was the only way.

Now I stand at the water's edge.

I can't go back. Only forward.

There is fear in each step I take.

I am not sure if they are in the right direction.

The fog is thick, but I move forward.

I see my foes. They sense my fear.

It is now my time to conquer, or be conquered...

 

Chris Galluccio