CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of pride