CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale