CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now tarnished by anguish. The ruby tears, a reminder of his tragedy, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, revealing a tale of