CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust