CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by grief. The ruby tears, a reminder of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride