CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a speck of lost innocence, landed on the shattered wings of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his betrayal, sparkled in the moonlight. A murmur carried on the wind, revealing a tale of lust