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 aureole of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, revealing a tale of pride