CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay länk defeated, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride