SCARLET TEARS OF A FALLEN ANGEL

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears dripping like molten copper. Each drop, a shard of lost grace, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel deposed. He lay defeated, his once radiant form now dimmed by grief. The scarlet tears, a symbol of his tragedy, glistened in the twilight. A sigh carried on the wind, telling a tale of ambition