CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a