CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now tarnished by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition