CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now shadowed by despair. The scarlet tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of