CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of