CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust