CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now tarnished by grief. The ruby tears, a reminder of his tragedy, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of