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Brooklyn’s Twilight
(Time/event: The Battle of Long Island, August 27, 1776 / In the voice of: Private Ezekiel Turner, Continental Soldier) The smoke of gunfire paints the twilight red, As British boots echo o'er burning streets; Our General, steadfast as the North Star, led The ragged souls in flight from cruel defeats. I lingered by the rear, ensuring all were borne From crumbling walls and fires that fiercely roared— Each step a prayer that none be left forlorn, While destiny writ harsh fate upon our board. Whispers reached my ear of Nathan Hale, A patriot brave, captured in valor’s hold, His final words, like distant church bell’s knell, Rang out a promise: his sacrifice untold. Though Long Island now lies under foe’s command, And New York's shores wear tyranny’s dark chain, In our retreat a miracle did stand— A hope reborn through loss, amid the pain. I weep for fallen friends beneath the sky, Yet march, resolved, ‘til freedom doth arise. —Ezekiel Turner
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