SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition and