CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now dimmed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of ambition and