On the blank canvas, a battleground is set,
Where ink and graphite in fierce duel beget.
The eraser and pencil locked in strife,
Each vying to conquer, to claim their life.

The pencil, sharp and resolute in its lead,
With lines and strokes, it aims to tread.
To create, to draw, to bring forth life,
The world taking form as it cuts through strife.

But lurking nearby, with a silent grace,
The eraser waits, with a cold embrace.
It yearns to smudge, to wipe away,
To undo the marks the pencil displays.

In the realm of creation, they clash and collide,
The pencil drawing forth, the eraser to deride.
Each stroke, each line, a testament to might,
As the eraser lingers, ready for the fight.

The pencil dances, in vibrant display,
Sketching dreams, bringing visions to play.
Colors and shades, with passion unfurled,
Creating a symphony in...