CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now tarnished by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust