CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and