Rockets' Red Glare (100 words)

At sunset still it stood, but the night is long. The British have their gunships, their armies, an empire's might. What have we save our magical constructs? Fort Henry's Hell-banner is a mammoth, with a pole taller than a steeple, and a whipping pennon capable of cutting cannon in half.

Or rather: it was. Is it still? Can it stand?

…there! The fire-bombs illuminate it! Still it guards the harbor, lashing at this ketch, crushing those marines! Its fabric is starred with bullet-holes, and it is striped with the blood of tyrants, yet still it waves!

Hail to Our Flag!