CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of