CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant being now shadowed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of ambition and