CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust