I face the albino sheet that has blankness written all over its face,
This is no good, I will not tolerate, I will change its fate, I will change its case,
My fingers curl around the rigged cylinder with a knife like nib,
The silverness of the lead is dull unlike the moonlight that's unlikely to fib,
I move the pencil across the paper with trails of silver snaking along,
My mind sparks, illuminated by the outcome indicating that my creation has just begun,
The ribbons of silver transforms and curves in great ease,
I'm its master, I'm its leader that it's trying to please,
The trails join like a jigsaw puzzle as I adjust the pressure on the tool,
This is just simplicity at its best and not even a fool,
Can refuse to identify the creation as a drawing...