CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his betrayal, shimmered in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of ambit