CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant being now dimmed by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale