CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of