SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears raining like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a reminder of his fall, shimmered in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of pride