CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of