CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now dimmed by despair. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of