CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of