CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears besök här raining like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The ruby tears, a reminder of his betrayal, shimmered in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating