CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The ruby tears, a reminder of his fall, sparkled in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of pride and