SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant form now shadowed by grief. The crimson tears, a reminder of his tragedy, sparkled in the gloaming. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of pride