CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and it