CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now tarnished by grief. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his betrayal, sparkled in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of