CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of ambit