CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant being now dimmed by despair. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and it