CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The ruby tears, a reminder of his betrayal, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of ambit