CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of