CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now tarnished by despair. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition