CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now shadowed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his betrayal, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of