CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant appearance now tarnished by anguish. The scarlet tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a