SCARLET 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 feathers of an angel fallen. He lay helpless, his once radiant appearance now shadowed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, narrating a tale