CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride and it