Two opponents on a battlefield.
On one side, the tired author,
a sharpened quill in his hand
and deadly computer keys in the other.
On the other side, the blank piece of paper
stands tall,
rejoicing in its power over the meek
author.

En garde!

The quill flashes in the sun
(bright, shiny, deadly)
and the writer advances!

Fwish, fwish, shing!

The paper rolls around and springs back
up, mocking the poor man with
his shiny blankness.

Fight, you heathen!

The writer roars and slashes out

Contact!

black ink splatters across the paper,
spreading quickly and marring the page.
The paper snarls and wraps itself
around the man's arm, leaving him only
with the keys L, O, S, and E
to fight with.

Aha!

The writer shrieks and makes a pass,
desperately aiming at the middle of the page,
and connects!
An "E" attaches to the paper.

Augh! Retreat!

They back up, and the author makes
the first move:
throwing his keys like darts,
and pinning the page to the wall.

Eek!

Bleeding from multiple paper cuts,
the drained writer drags himself over
to the struggling page,
and wearily lifts his quill to
pen the four words of victory:

Once upon a time...

The paper only has breath to moan,
and soon, collapses in on itself,
leaving the writer,
bleeding but victorious,
to hold it up in triumph,
a symbol of mans' conquest
over the treacherous
Blank Page.