SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing 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 being now shadowed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A murmur carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and