CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant being now shadowed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the twilight. A sigh besök här carried on the wind, revealing a