CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of