CRIMSON TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay helpless, his once radiant being now dimmed by grief. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and its fat