CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and