CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by despair. The ruby tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust