CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now tarnished by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, shimmered in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of