CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears dripping läs mer like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a reminder of his fall, sparkled in the moonlight. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of