SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The crimson tears, a manifestation of his fall, shimmered in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust