SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost innocence, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now dimmed by anguish. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and