CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and its