CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his betrayal, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale