CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now shadowed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition