CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now tarnished by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of