SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel cast. He lay defeated, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his tragedy, sparkled in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition