CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of lust