With a swift blade swinging through the air, it strikes like a serpant so beware. Be it daylight or darkness falls, it is not fettered by the emotional fog. Guilty, innocent the truth is plain to see; judged by the reality. The blade has no season, no need for rest; the final option, the curtain falls the world at peace, eternity calls.
Published by N.K. Sterling
A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts