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 feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale