CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride