Crimson Tears of a Fallen Angel
The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now shadowed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of lust and