CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now shadowed by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride