SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept piteously, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost grace, landed on the shattered wings of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by anguish. The ruby tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, revealing a tale of ambition