SCARLET 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 wings of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant appearance now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust