CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, shimmered in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating