SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by anguish. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating