CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of