CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The scarlet tears, a manifestation of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambit