CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The scarlet tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, sparkled in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a