CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust