CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride and it