CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a glimmer of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a