CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his betrayal, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating