CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay defeated, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, revealing a tale