CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride and