CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust