CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now tarnished by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale