CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by grief. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his betrayal, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of a