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I felt like writing so so so so so so bad so I wrote this on a whim: (Tell me what you think, please if I get just one comment then I will be happy.)

The sun set on the morning as it had every day. The children awoke there rosy cheeks and white creamy skin gleaming even in the darkness that was fast approaching.
“Naomi.” They called their voices like acid to her ears.
She had always loved to watch them play in the meadows of the sea, the sparkling blue-green water masking the depths below with the reflection of the sky. She stepped on the glassy water surface gliding over it like a ballerina on her greatest stage. The children frolicked to her side calling with their forked tongues their claws grasping at her ankles through the depths below. Her black feathered wings reflected the morning’s dark sky. The moon’s disappearance was no surprised, the stars gone. The ocean began to cover with an endless ice that could freeze the witch which floated over its waters. The final queen of the Earth’s triumphant reign began at the end.
The children, the stars of the lost, swam through the ocean canvas. That was when time stood still. She bent down looking upon her ravaged world; she kissed her children leaving their frozen bodies to be swept by the churning waves. She jumped from the water into the sky. Air had left killing all who needed its life giving breathe. The plants flourished in the day then died with the icy kiss of night. Ivy consumed the land, choking the ground. The empires built by man lost to the evils of nuclear war and the destruction of the moon. The human husks sit at home, statues commemorating the race.
Her raven locks curled to her shoulder blades blowing as she sped through the sky. Her creations gone; her love lost. She shivered, landing on the out stretched coast. It kissed the ocean waves; the cross still standing on the edge. She sat in the run down pagoda its paint destroyed by the long gone wind. She ran her fingers along the splintered wood the once held the carvings of angels. Angels, their failure to protect the world from its end cost her everything. She tapped the wood whispering the memory which, ingrained in her mind, reminded her of the mistakes she had made. The pagoda moved as it had, sinking into the ground revealing the steps where Ivy had grown. She followed the trail that had lead to the demise, the loss. She looked to see the torn black veil which covered the cracked mirror. She looked into its depths only to see the silver blue eyes of Nova staring back at her.

(ok so now I edited it...)