CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride