CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and it