Night Watch Torch

Night fell, and the gong sounded the end of daytime patrol! My corner bunker needed illumination to keep watch over the distant street below. Near the vent base, I found a stub of discarded reflective safety tape clinging to a broken wooden shim. A puny ribbon? Not when I am through with it! I clamped my claws onto the splintered wood, marched to the parapet, and wedged it upright behind my brass spyglass. The city's amber spotlight caught the silver lattice, blazing like a steady royal flame in the gloom. Grrr... let the dark try to breach this wall now!