CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now tarnished by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, shimmered in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of pride and