CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a