CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambit