CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of lust