The Luster it Once Had

They could see it clearly thought the trees. As the young men emerged from the woods they became encompassed in the full presence of the tower. They creeped out of the woods, into the dirty wooden sea, and around the rusted steeds. As they got closer, the more it towerd over their small frames and completely cast them in its shadow. They surround its worn down territory, one of them on each side. They grabbed a hold of its long limb and began to pound it with all their strength. The limp whipped back and forth, side to side, and around and around as the tower cried in strain, for it has lost the strength and luster. They pounded it with their adolescent fists and laughed in amusement until, finally a victor emerged and the tower stood entangled in its own weighted limb. The victor, smiling with pride, stated, "Dinner will be ready soon, we should go." They other boy replied with a nod, and they shoved off in the direction the came as the evening sun set thought the trees. The tower sat it the dim light more broken than it was before, but the boys would be back the next day.