CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now shadowed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, glistened in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a