CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of