CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of pride and