CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pri