CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears dripping like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition and it