SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, sparkled in the twilight. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and