CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a reminder of his betrayal, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride