CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and it