CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now shadowed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of ambition