CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of