CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, sparkled in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of ambition