CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now tarnished by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his betrayal, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of