SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept fiercely, their celestial tears flowing like molten gold. Each drop, a glimmer of lost glory, landed on the shattered feathers of an angel deposed. He lay broken, his once radiant form now tarnished by grief. The crimson tears, a symbol of his fall, shimmered in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, revealing a tale of ambition